<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034</id><updated>2011-07-08T03:39:42.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stories to tell</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>133</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-4228747073602408611</id><published>2008-11-08T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T16:35:52.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Alone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that I don’t exactly love being home alone. Well, just at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I become a temporary schizophrenic. I see moving shadows in the corner of my eye. I’m scared that there’s always someone waiting for me in the next room, a robber or something. I hear noises coming from all over the house and I’m afraid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh! Munsters are in my house. :&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src= "http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/blog/IMG000569.jpg" &gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As predicted, Sandy DID go out for the whole day and will be home in the morning. lol. I do dearly miss her company. :&lt; At least she texted me saying “r u gona b ok at home?” It’s nice to know she cares. :) I’m just happy &lt;i&gt;he’s&lt;/i&gt; not sleeping over &lt;i&gt;here&lt;/i&gt; because last time left me a little scarred for reasons I would rather not discuss. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents left in the morning and I spent the majority of my day cleaning the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned the whole kitchen. All the counters, tables, and the tiles. I do &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; get how it gets so dang dirty by the end of every week! X[ I mean, if you spill something, you clean it up right? Goodness. -_- I did feel a bit like Cinderella, though. It sure was tiring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also vacuumed most of the house, not downstairs since we barely go there anyways and I cleaned the treadmill. The other day I told my mom I wanted to clean it and she said “That thing’s useless now.” I beg to differ, madam. Lol.  I have not given up on it yet. It took me almost 2 hours to clean that sucker. First I had to dust it, then I had to scrape off the plaster, then I had to scrub it with soapy water, then I had to scrub it with clean water, and finally I dried it with a towel. Unfortunately, I couldn’t get all the plaster/paint off but it still looked a whole lot cleaner than it did before I started. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src= "http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/blog/IMG000561.jpg" &gt; During my break from cleaning. :P&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the treadmill was nice and clean, I ran for a good 20 minutes and I was actually sweating. Like &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; sweating. Lol. I was amazed because whenever I run down and up the hill I don’t really sweat much at all. I’ll be running as much as I can now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benefits of being home alone? I can sing as loud as I want to. I can play my music as loud as I want. I can stay awake as late as I want without my mom saying “Ay, you go to sleep now!” I &lt;i&gt;could&lt;/i&gt; throw a party. I &lt;i&gt;could&lt;/i&gt; stay out all night and maybe even sleep over someone’s house. And most importantly, I can walk around the house naked without worry. Lol. jk jk. That’s not the most important thing but yes, I did, in fact, walk around naked in my house. After running on the treadmill, I took a shower. When I was done I thought to myself “Hmm. I’m alone in the house. Sure. Why not.” To be honest, it’s pretty cool. Lol.  All the curtains and blinds in the house are closed so it’s all good. Don’t think me crazy! I just wanted to try it out is all. After a while I forgot I wasn’t wearing any clothes. lol. I dunno. I guess there aren’t as many benefits to being home alone as I thought. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been quite difficult without my left control key. Ever since it jammed and I had to pop it off, I’ve been miserable. Lol. Well, not really. But things would be so much easier if I could just put it back on. You see, putting it back on is a million times harder than taking it off. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be studying and doing homework all day tomorrow, since I only did housework today. Parents will be back on Monday. I hope they’re having fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[fin]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src= "http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/blog/vlcsnap-360791.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“SillySimpleStef” :D Blue naiws for this week.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-4228747073602408611?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/4228747073602408611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/11/home-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/4228747073602408611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/4228747073602408611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/11/home-alone.html' title='Home Alone.'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-7901961853813525779</id><published>2008-11-07T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T16:34:52.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Promenade.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;Can still see the scar forming from my lip ring. :&lt; Looks like a big pimple. lol. A permanent one. o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/blog/IMG000509.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds like a cool place to go to doesn’t it? Well, it’s not! lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess and Jean came to school with me in the morning because Jess had another experiment to do. Well, sadly Jess went on the wrong day and she couldn’t do the experiment. After class, we looked for a place to go. Jess remembered when we passed The Promenade when we got lost last week. The place looked pretty interesting so we searched it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the directory online there were like 200 shops or something which was crazyyy. Lol. We got the directions and went to Cha for Tea to eat. We played Connect Four and Jess sure owned. Lol. Surprisingly, I finished my food. I actually &lt;b&gt;FINISHED&lt;/b&gt; my food! XD hahaha. Unfortunately, I felt really sleepy afterwards and I still had to drive. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there, we realized that the place that we looked up online and the place we got directions to weren’t the same place. lol. The place was, indeed, called the Promenade, but it did not have 200 stores like we saw online. We figured out that the Promenade with all the stores was actually in a different state. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah… This place wasn’t very big and there weren’t any stores that were worth our time. Most of them were restaurants. We walked around for a very short while, went to GameStop and played Guitar Hero (lol), went to Borders, and left. haha. Jess bought this really cute chibi drawing book. XD And I saw this really cute chibi book of animals. It was so cuuuute but I didn’t have any more money. Lol. Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were driving back home, we played a game where we went down the alphabet and we had to name a Pokemon for each letter. It was fun but sometimes we were stumped and Jess ended up looking at her Pokedex on her DS. We drove and drove and asked ourselves a million times “What do you guys wanna do?” lol. Movie? Nah. Explore China Town? Nah. Badminton? Jess hates it. Tennis? Too hot for that. Then Jess thought of something. “Wanna visit Ron?” lol. We were supposed to go running today but it was that time for Jess. haha. So yeah, to Pasadena it was. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean fell asleep in the car as we drove. When we got to Ron’s place I thought that he would just knock out the moment we got there. lol. I was wrong. Ron was playing God of War 2 and we all joined in. It was fun but whenever it came to a boss or something, I just handed the controller to Ron. haha. There was this one part where there was a Spartan and he was asking for Kratos’s help. Then Ron picked the guy up who was like “Please, help me” then Ron brought him to this conveyor belt that led to large gears and the guy was like “Wait. What are you doing?” *throws him on conveyor belt and he dies* lol. That was so sad. :&lt; Poor guy. The game looks pretty cool. I think I’m going to play part 1 since I don’t have a PS3. :P Greek mythology FTW!! XD Twas fun just hanging out. Jess and Jean were making poffits or whatever on Pokemon. Jess kept telling Jean not to spill but she was the one that messed up. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to get home before my mom so she wouldn’t be mad. Before we left, we all took turns trying to kill this 3 headed rat monster. We all died. Haha. We said goodbye and I dropped the kids off at Jean’s place. I got home before my mom but I closed the garage the &lt;b&gt;second&lt;/b&gt; my mom was pulling into the driveway and she beeped at me. So DAMNIT she knew I went out. X[  Oh wells. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents gone to Vegas for the weekend and most likely Sandy will be out the whole time celebrating her lover’s birthday. Should I go out? Have friends over? Walk around the house naked? Hrmm… What to do, What to do… lol. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[fin]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Yes, I'm bored. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/blog/IMG000510.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do stupid faces because I can't make pretty ones. :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-7901961853813525779?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/7901961853813525779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/11/promenade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/7901961853813525779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/7901961853813525779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/11/promenade.html' title='The Promenade.'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-2312902309347640822</id><published>2008-11-06T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T16:32:55.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Car.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Had to get an oil change at the dealership today. They even washed my car. Well, when I got home, my dad and I realized that they did a crappy job washing my car because there was still dust and dirt all over the place. My dad and I ended up pretty much just cleaning it all over again. Note: no Windex this time. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waxing my car with my dad was cool despite the fact that it took forever and it was quite hot outside. Lol. I suppose it was our father-daughter bonding time. It took us a good hour and something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, a while ago I was driving on the freeway when I heard something hit my car. I disregarded it at the time but whatever it was, it left a nasty dent that my dad discovered the next day. I didn’t know that he inspected my car daily. Lol. Anyways, my dad got an estimate on how much it would cost to fix it. $650 to get rid of a damn scratch!? No way I’d pay that much. Well, no way I’d want my &lt;i&gt;parents&lt;/i&gt; to pay that much. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. My parents are &lt;b&gt;always&lt;/b&gt; going to Las Vegas nowadays. They’ve already gone about 3 or 4 times this year alone! And again they are going this weekend. o_O And they always use my car. &gt;:[ I really don’t want them to use it this time because I don’t want it getting dirty so soon after it just got all nice and shiny smooth. X[ Plus, I don’t want to be driving around the 4runner. I’m not used to such big cars. :&lt; Also, my dad doesn’t like it when the kids drive his baby. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it doesn’t rain any time soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[fin]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/blog/IMG000522.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiles?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-2312902309347640822?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/2312902309347640822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/11/car.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/2312902309347640822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/2312902309347640822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/11/car.html' title='The Car.'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-8066567232427247599</id><published>2008-11-05T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T16:31:33.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dreams.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;So boring now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I notice that when I’m in school, I dream about daily routine things. The only difference is that things are a bit weird and sometimes strange, but nonetheless, a daily routine. Lol. Ok let me clear that up. I don’t mean that when I sleep at school, like during class or in the library. What I mean is whenever it’s that time of the year when I’m in school. Mk? Anyways, when I dream, I dream about waking up, getting ready for school, taking tests and all that crap. And when I wake up it’s like “WTF! I just went through today in my dream and it hasn’t even begun yet!?”boooo. &gt;:[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like last night, in my dream, I was getting an oil change and when I woke up I was like shit I need to do that. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such boring things to dream about. But I HAVE noticed that whenever I’m not in school, during winter break and summer vacation, I dream about cool stuff like flying and having super powers and awesome stuff like that. Cool storylines you know. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one dream last night wasn’t so bad, though. We (Me, Jess, Jean, Sandy, Stace, Nikki, Ron) were at Disneyland for some reason. And they had ALL the Disney characters at different sections of this one area. Lol. And we could take pictures with WHOEVER we wanted because ALL of them were there. XD I was actually excited. haha. I suppose I dreamt that because of my unfulfilled desire to take a picture with Donald Duck every time I go to Disneyland. :&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some cool dreams, please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/blog/IMG000481.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At school. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[fin]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-8066567232427247599?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/8066567232427247599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/11/dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/8066567232427247599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/8066567232427247599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/11/dreams.html' title='The Dreams.'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-7619375258305855295</id><published>2008-11-02T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T16:30:52.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sasha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;It was rather random when I received a text from Stace in the morning, asking if I wanted to go with her to visit Sasha’s grave. Of course, I agreed to go with her because I haven’t visited Sasha in such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stace picked me up later that day and  as we drove to Glendale, she filled me in on certain aspects of her life. Well, just one part of her life. lol. Very interesting stories, I must say. I wish her all the luck in the world with this one. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were almost at Forest Lawn when I realized that I had forgotten my Flounder and Creasy Bear toys at home. Flounder was Sasha’s favorite toy of mine and Sasha gave me the bear as a gift. I really wanted to bring them for her. Stace kindly drove us back to get the toys, but also because she wanted to kill time. lol. We also bought some flowers. When we got to Forest Lawn, we kind of forgot where Sasha’s grave was. lol. All I really remembered was a big tree. But then again, there’s like HOW many trees at Forest Lawn. Hahaha. We were driving around for quite some time but we eventually found her. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to her grave, we noticed a few bouquets of flowers already there. I hadn’t seen her gravestone before because the last time I visited, they hadn’t put it yet. It was beautiful. There were pictures of her all over it and it had a very lovely quote on it, too. As Stace and I sat there, I heard Stace saying “Hi”. I didn’t recognize the woman Stace was greeting but she was walking straight towards us. “Hi. I’m Sasha’s mother,” she said. I really didn’t expect that. lol. Sasha’s father and sister were there as well. Was us seeing them a coincidence? I don’t know. It kind of felt like we were meant to see them because if I hadn’t forgotten my things and we hadn’t gotten lost, we would have been to her grave earlier, left earlier, and we would have missed them completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even more surprising to me was that Sasha’s parents recognized me. “Stephannie. Oh yeah. Sasha went to your parties a lot.” lol. Her mom started telling us stories about Sasha’s last months and how she fought to live. So many stories about all the miracles that happened. It really was beautiful. And it made me feel, I don’t know, at peace I suppose because I was finally able to find out how she left since I found out about her death months after she was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really was too bad that Xtia wasn’t there. :&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They brought her flaming hot cheetos, just for her and they had strawberry cheese cake. Her dad said to us “You have to share with her, her favorite food.” So they have us a slice of cheese cake. I thought that it was so sweet that they still do that for her after two years. They said that they go there as much as they can, about 4 times a week. It just made me happy knowing that they love her so much to visit her so often and bring her food, just to be with her. It’s not like other people that go to graves to mourn and cry and be depressed. But them, they’re not like that. It seems that they only think of the beautiful memories that they’ve had with her and how Sasha’s always with them, watching over them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very glad that I was able to hear all those stories her mom had to tell us. And it made me happy that even though she’s been gone for a while, her family hasn’t forgotten about her and they still love her. It was sad, Sasha’s dad’s story. His coworker stopped visiting her late husband after only 4 months. How could anyone get over something like that so quickly? I mean, he was your &lt;b&gt;husband&lt;/b&gt; for goodness sake. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She really was an amazing person. Even though she was going through so much pain throughout so much of her life, she was never really a sad person. She was grateful that she was alive. She never said “Why me? Why do &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt; have to be going through this? What did I do wrong?” All her mother’s stories about her just made me wish that I were more like that. More optimistic, more cheerful, more caring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me think. I think that &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt; have things bad!? There are people out there that are suffering much more than I will ever in my lifetime, and I feel sorry for myself when shit happens to me?? I mean, sure, I’ll feel down about some things but I’ll still eventually look to the brighter side. I’m grateful for who and what I have in my life. Yeah, things could be better for me, but let’s not forget that things could &lt;b&gt;also&lt;/b&gt; be worse, &lt;b&gt;much&lt;/b&gt; worse. We should all be very thankful for what we have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sasha, I’m very glad to have been your friend throughout the years. I’m sorry that we weren’t able to keep in touch during high school. I really regret that. I’ll always remember your cheerful attitude towards everything despite your suffering. You are still greatly loved and missed by so many people. I’m glad that you’re in a better place, no longer in pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[fin]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/blog/IMG000549.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bear she gave me. :&lt; Brownie/Mr. Creasy.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-7619375258305855295?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/7619375258305855295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/11/sasha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/7619375258305855295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/7619375258305855295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/11/sasha.html' title='Sasha.'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-5185352790947150471</id><published>2008-11-01T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T16:29:53.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/blog/IMG000524.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored Steffy&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t like this. I keep playing with a lip ring that’s not there. It makes me sad. :&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, Jess and I had Kit Kat and Twix for breakfast. Lol. Then we finished watching Hulk and then her mom picked her up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris wanted to hang out but I had work to do. I had to clean the house and do homework and all that jazz but he insisted on hanging out. Since I had already gone to a party for Halloween, I didn’t want to go out again this weekend since I promised mummy I would limit my going out. Chris wanted to hang out either way so he and Kevin came over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandy was cleaning out all the crap in her room that she didn’t use/need. We were all raiding her things for stuff that we might use. Well, maybe not “use” but they were things we wanted. It was like “Ohhh. Pretty piece of useless junk.” *takes* or “That looks cool.” *takes* haha. I found this cool mini digital camera she was about to throw out so I just took it. It would’ve been quite a waste to just trash something that still worked. lol. Even though the chances of me actually putting it to good use were slim. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin sure took a lot of stuff. Like Sandy’s inflatable plastic lips. Haha. I think a lot of the stuff was from Dan, that’s why she was so eager to get rid of them. Plus they were really old and she would never use them again. lol.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Today was rather awkward, as I expected. I’m sorry ok. I can’t just get over something like that so quickly. And he &lt;b&gt;honestly&lt;/b&gt; can’t blame me for acting the way I do. He’s in such a hurry to fix things but fixing something like this takes time and he really needs to understand that &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt; need time to get over what happened and I have no idea how long it’ll take. I’m sorry for everything. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think he really needs to &lt;b&gt;stop&lt;/b&gt; bringing it up and saying sorry nearly every time I chat with him online and such. How the heck am I supposed to forget about what happened if he keeps bringing it up? It like, does he &lt;i&gt;want&lt;/i&gt; things to be awkward forever? Just drop it and pretend like it never happened, please… or at least try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that’s pretty much impossible. It’s going to take a while for me to really get over what happened. He keeps asking me “Why do you hate me so much?” which is something I asked him numerous times &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt; to ask me because I could NEVER hate him. It makes me sad that he thinks that I’m capable of actually &lt;b&gt;HATING&lt;/b&gt; him. Just because things are awkward doesn’t mean that I hate him. It just really hurts that he thinks that way. It makes me feel like us not being best cousins anymore is all my fault and it’s my fault that things are still awkward because &lt;b&gt;I’m&lt;/b&gt; not trying hard enough to fix things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him a question and he said “I can’t tell you because you’re not fully my cousin yet.” Ok… I can’t just STOP being his cousin. I still care. I still worry. And it really hurts that he said that to me. And I know I’ve hurt him too by being awkward and weird but I just can’t forget. I’m sorry if you feel like I’ve completely abandoned you and left you for dead. I need you to understand my side of this. I told you already… I still need…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[fin]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-5185352790947150471?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/5185352790947150471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/11/time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/5185352790947150471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/5185352790947150471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/11/time.html' title='Time.'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-7307938029439010173</id><published>2008-10-31T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T16:29:05.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloweenie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;I was still very much unsure if my mom was going to let me go out for Halloween. But I DID tell her of what I wanted to do and such. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to school, Keisha called me telling me to wait for her before going to class because she didn’t want to walk into the classroom alone. Lol. She didn’t want to attract attention to herself with her fishnet stockings. :P To be honest, my outfit was much more revealing than hers but LUCKILY I had my big ol black trench coat to cover me up. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/blog/PA310001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess and I really wanted to go to Faith’s photo shoot party at her house but we didn’t want to be waiting in Long Beach for the whole day doing nothing until 7. :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were very unsure about what we were going to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was the Riverside party but I wasn’t sure if my mom would let me sleep over. Plus it would’ve been a rather long drive. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we decided to go trick-or-treating at the Santa Anita mall with Stace, Nikki, Ron, &amp; Matt. I thought that was perfect because after getting candy we could go eat crepes and take pictures. XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“5” Jess said. 5 was when we were supposed to go trick-or-treating with them. I was bored at home, all dressed up and ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;center&gt;Shut up! I was bored as 5 o’clock slowly drew near. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/oct/live/IMG000425.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/oct/live/IMG000465.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, Stace was lagging a bit because she just got out of volunteering so she still had to get ready. They were supposed to be at Riverside early for some reason. We ended up not going out with them but at least we were able to take pictures before they left. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/blog/IMG_0885.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/blog/IMG_0903.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/blog/IMG_0906.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/blog/IMG_0907.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/blog/IMG_0908.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/blog/IMG_0909.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess, Jean, &amp; I still wanted crepes so we went to Arcadia anyways. I haven’t had crepes in a VERY long time and man was it YUMMEH! Jean wanted to head straight to Jack’s party after eating crepes but Jess wanted to take Cue pictures. Lol. She made her baby face :&lt; and Jean was like “ok. fine.” Hahaha. We took the pictures in record time. 10 minutes! Which is like… IMPOSSIBLE. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/blog/IMG_0910.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crepes! XD&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/halloweencue/cue01.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/halloweencue/cue02.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/halloweencue/cue03.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to the party, Jess and I were pretty nervous. It was our first house party and we didn’t really know anyone that was going to be there except for Rachel and Shari. What was cool was that we were under the impression that admission was $10 per person but when we got there it turned out that girls get in free. XD They put a stamp on us, frisked Jean, and let us into the party. haha. The decorations were pretty dang awesome. lol. They really went all out. A scary entrance, fog machine, strobe lights, and a whole bunch of other stuff. Even the way to the bathroom was cool. There were black streams coming down from the ceiling, strobe lights, and balloons on the floor. Jess and I were worried that something would pop out and scare us so we stayed close. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/blog/IMG_0911.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/blog/IMG_0918.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really fun once we were all buzzing. Lol. Dancing and laughing the night away. :) Jess drank so slowly because she was using the little tiny stirrer as a straw. The dork. :P I really liked the music they played. They didn’t just play gangster music but also rock- oldies rock that is- and it was awesome. XD I really had a good time, which isn’t exactly what I was expecting. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/blog/IMG_0921.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/blog/IMG_0937.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point, our feet were killing us so we went back to the car to switch shoes. And THANK GOODNESS for that. lol. We would’ve died wearing those high heels all night. X[ When we were on the way to the car, we saw Rachel whose response to seeing me was “Stef!?!? o_O” in other words “WTF Stef’’s here!? o_O” Not in a bad way though. lol. I think she was just surprised to see me at a party like that. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/blog/IMG_0946.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the party around 11:30ish because I told my dad that I’d be home by 12. It turns out that my mom was under the impression that I was sleeping over at Riverside so we all very much &lt;b&gt;could&lt;/b&gt; have stayed at the party longer. Damnit! &gt;:[ Oh well. We just hung out on my balcony for a bit. Even that was fun. haha. Jean left around 1 and Jess was sleeping over. We popped in the Hulk and we started eating some Kit Kats and Twix. Om nom nom nom.  Jess fell asleep at some point during the movie so I turned it off and we went to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/blog/IMG_0950.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/blog/IMG_0968.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/blog/IMG_0981.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/blog/IMG_0987.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/blog/IMG_0993.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was my Halloween. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I got a funny text from Ron about a “hawt” girl dressed as a Victoria’s Secret model. Haha. I’m glad that the kids in Riverside had a good time too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and and today was my last day wearing my lip ring since I promised mum I would stop. Plus, I lost it when I was trying to put it in my pocket. Lol. Bye bye lip ring! You will be dearly missed! :&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a fun and safe Halloweenie! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[fin]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-7307938029439010173?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/7307938029439010173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloweenie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/7307938029439010173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/7307938029439010173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloweenie.html' title='Halloweenie.'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-7656835673754112044</id><published>2008-10-30T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T16:28:02.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Silence.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, my mom still wasn’t talking to me. Still not looking at me. Still disappointed. I ate my food in silence, tearing up as I chewed my cereal. She didn’t notice, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I left the house she said “You’re going to stop it right!?” and I just replied “Ok.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This… SUCKS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At school all my friends were like “She’ll get used to it. She can’t stand not talking to you.” But the thing is… how long can &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;I&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; stand her not talking to me. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she got home from work she was like “You said ok but I know you still wear it. Just because I don’t see it doesn’t mean you should wear it.” Then this whole lecture came along about trust and disappointment. She’s like “I don’t even know what you do when you go out. And I don’t ask because I trust you. But where is that trust now?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness! It’s not like I do drugs or join gangs and shit! I don’t even do anything bad when I go out. I just hang out with my friends! Ugh. I think she believes that Charlie is a bad influence on me. She’s always brining him up negatively for some reason. He hasn’t really done anything to me, either. She said something like “Oh, you’re carpooling with Charlie. What if one day he says ‘Stephannie, I love you!’” and I was like “HUH!? No. That’s never gonna happen.” I think she’s afraid that I’m going to get with him. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it’s JUST a ring. It’s not like I got a tattoo or got pregnant or anything like that. Yep… She started crying. I’m just going to stop wearing it, let it heal up. *sighs* I promised her I would stop wearing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could get that $40 back, though… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll miss you lip ring. :&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[fin.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/oct/live/007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/oct/live/014.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-7656835673754112044?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/7656835673754112044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/10/silence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/7656835673754112044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/7656835673754112044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/10/silence.html' title='The Silence.'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-5025315906459346182</id><published>2008-10-29T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T16:27:14.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Black Cat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/oct/live/IMG000384.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored at the library, eating a banana. Om nom nom nom.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a fan of superstitions. Walking under ladders, black cats, tipping over salt shakers. All that good stuff. Perhaps all the complications of today &lt;i&gt;weren’t&lt;/i&gt; a case of bad luck. Maybe it’s just my mind telling myself that it is, and I’m just childishly contemplating the idea that maybe, just maybe it was bad luck. It’s possible that everything that happened today would have happened exactly as it did whether or not that black cat had passed me when I was on my way to Jess’s house this morning. Pfft. Bad luck? Nah. Just everyday minor complications. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;On  the way to school, I asked Jess if she was superstitious. She said that she wasn’t and I told her about the black cat and how, when it passed me, I said “Why! WHYYYY!” It’s not good at all to be superstitious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my nursing class was cancelled today so it was a great opportunity to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so here’s the supposed “bad luck” that had occurred today…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean drives over to Long Beach and we decide that we’re going to the Del Amo mall in Torrance instead of Lakewood. None of us are completely sure how to get there so we pretty much wing it. We get off at the wrong exit so we have to get back on the freeway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we make the right exit, we end up making the exactly the same wrong turn as we did last time. We have to turn around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we get to the mall, Jean doesn’t enter into the parking structure but keeps on driving, trying to find another parking place. We end up driving all around the mall, taking up about 15 minutes or so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the mall we just walked around. The shoes I want to buy for my mobster outfit are all scuffed up so I end up not buying it. Jess and Jean don’t buy anything except for those cute little cactus pup figurines. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Jess feels sick from the black tea drink that she bought at surf city.  :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We head to the bathroom and see a huge pile of shit on the floor of the women’s restroom. We both gag. It’s pretty funny because Jess was already feeling sick to begin with and that poop on the floor wasn’t helping one bit. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we leave the mall to head back to school, we take the wrong entrance despite the fact that on the way to the mall Jess pointed out “Oh there’s the entrance we take to get home.” :P As we drive, all of us are unsure about whether or not we are going the right way. We put our minds at ease because the signs that we pass by look oh so familiar. For about 20 minutes of driving the wrong way, we start to see landmarks that we have absolutely NO recollection of passing when we were on our way to the mall. We try to call people in hopes that at least one of them knows how to get to Long Beach or that they are by a laptop so they can mapquest it for us. We have to get off the freeway, which is packed, and we get back on, still going north.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not many people pick up the phone, but we are able to get a hold of a few who help us. John, who lives in Torrance, tells us that we are going the wrong way. Still, Jean says that we’re going the right way. Jess calls other people and they say we’re going the wrong way also. I text ChaCha and they say that we need to go south instead of north. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally get off the freeway and go back in the opposite direction. Jess had already called her mom to pick us up and there is NO way that we are going to make it back to school in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a &lt;b&gt;lot&lt;/b&gt; of traffic on the way back. Jess is panicking, close to tears because her mom’s already waiting for us at school. We call Jess’s mom to tell her that Jess is still working on her chemistry quiz. Her mom says she’ll be grocery shopping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re not even past Torrance yet and Jean’s car is VERY low on gas. Every time Jess reminds him of this, he grabs hold of his rosary for a moment, and continues driving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess and Jean start arguing about who said what about the calling 411 issue that had occurred earlier. I feel sad because neither of them drop it and they go on for about 15 minutes. :&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are a bit quiet when Jean goes “I hope Stef doesn’t say ‘Guys… I needa pee.’” Like I did last time. haha. That would’ve been terrible if I did, especially since we were in traffic. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don’t exit at Bellflower like most people told us, but we get off at Lakewood. We head in one direction when Jess tells us to head the other direction because she remembers passing the tunnel by the airport. “Don’t you remember the tunnel, Jean?” she says. Jean remembers the tunnel but doesn’t recall which way they were driving. Jess seems very confident that we are going the right way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, Jean asks is Jess was SURE that they were driving in the right direction. Jess begins to doubt herself and calls Michelle to see if we’re going the right way. It turns out that we weren’t and we turn around. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally get to school. Jess’s mom isn’t mad. She bought us some dinner. Both Jess and I knock out in the car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total time trying to get from the Del Amo mall to CSULB? 2 hours. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don’t think the crap that happened today was because of a stupid cat. I just wanted to have an interesting headline to put up. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually DID have fun today except for the whole traffic thing. Lol. Well, even the traffic thing was kind of fun because we laughed at ourselves for saying &lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, we’re going the right way. Yeah, we passed that street on the way to the mall.” &lt;br /&gt;“Does that street name sound familiar?” &lt;br /&gt;“Yeah.”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, I remember passing that Nissan billboard.”&lt;br /&gt;Then as we realize we’re going the wrong way…&lt;br /&gt;“Stef, do you remember passing this??? I do NOT remember.”&lt;br /&gt;“Um… maybe we weren’t paying attention to it…?”&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun today. lol. No lie. :P Love them kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A picture of me and best friend Jessy at our second home! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/oct/live/IMG000378.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[fin.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-5025315906459346182?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/5025315906459346182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/10/black-cat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/5025315906459346182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/5025315906459346182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/10/black-cat.html' title='The Black Cat.'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-527407200256706795</id><published>2008-10-28T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T16:26:13.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reality.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL THEN! Turns out my mom is VERY MUCH angry with me for getting that lip ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out that when she saw it the other day, she thought it was fake. So this morning, when she asked why keep it on and I replied “You’re not supposed to take it off for a month or so,” her response was very unpleasant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh! I thought she was ok with it. I thought she had caught my sarcasm when I told her it was nothing. I mean, she looked RIGHT at it. X[ Seeing is believing, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here’s the gist of what happened… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She realized that my lip ring was real and she got up from the table, walked over to me, grabbed my face and observed the hole more closely. Then she grabbed my lip and pulled it down so she could see that there was a hole on the inside of my lip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said something in tagalog. I don’t know what she said but all I know is that whenever she says it, it is NOT a good thing. X[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“WHY!?” she wouldn’t stop saying. “I’m very disappointed.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her why not and she said because people will degrade me and that it’s inappropriate. Blah blah blah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Did you get it because Charlie has one!?” and I was like “Huh? He doesn’t even have one.” It’s like, what the fuck? Why does she have to automatically assume that someone MADE me get the piercing? I WANTED to get it. I have BEEN wanting to get it for just about forever. Ugh! Now she’s going to think that my friends are bad influences and whatnot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while she just stopped talking, got up, and went downstairs, leaving her food untouched. Later, I could hear her behind me moving papers around. When I left the house and said goodbye, she gave me no response. She wouldn’t even look at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bummed for the rest of the day and when I got home, Sandy told me that our mom called her and told her that she was very disappointed me and she asked her whether or not she saw any of my friends with it. ONCE AGAIN thinking that my friends are bad people. Sandy said that she was complaining to daddy during dinner and he was just like “mhm…” not really caring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly thought that she’d be ok with it. I mean, she’s ok with SO many things but this? Why??? X[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* I’m hoping that she’ll just grow used to it and accept it. We’ll see… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I’ll have to stop wearing it. :&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/oct/live/IMG000351.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[fin.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-527407200256706795?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/527407200256706795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/10/reality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/527407200256706795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/527407200256706795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/10/reality.html' title='The Reality.'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-1095076166885314276</id><published>2008-10-26T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T16:25:07.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"AY! WHAT IS THAT!?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOO… My mom walks into my room wanting to use my laptop. It was pretty dark and most of the light in my room was coming from my laptop. As I hand my laptop to her, she notices the glistening piece of metal on my lip. First words out of her mouth, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“AY WHAT IS THAT!?!?!!?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes widen and bulge out of her eye sockets as she stares at the ring in disbelief. “AW SHIT!” is the only thing that runs through my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What is that!?” she repeats. I take off the ring and say “Nothing…” in the sarcastic tone that I love to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She grabs my face, stares at the spot where the ring once was, says something in tagalog and laughs. She walks to her room and tells daddy. I see Sandy in the laundry room laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom tells my dad “Ay did you see that!? She has an earring on her lip!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I told you so” is all my dad says because I know he’s seen me with it before but just doesn’t want to say anything to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandy walks into my room and we both have a laugh when my mom calls me to her room “Show it to daddy. Look at that!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all laugh. All is well. I can’t believe they’re taking this so well. It’s surprising but such a relief. Now, I don’t have to hide it anymore. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[fin.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating dinner so late at night. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/oct/live/IMG000412.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-1095076166885314276?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/1095076166885314276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/10/ay-what-is-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/1095076166885314276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/1095076166885314276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/10/ay-what-is-that.html' title='&quot;AY! WHAT IS THAT!?&quot;'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-3054858527241498011</id><published>2008-10-25T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T16:24:11.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up at 3am and suddenly I feel the pain that I haven’t felt in a very long while. &lt;br /&gt;I start yelling… Making noises like a dying animal. &lt;br /&gt;No one hears me.&lt;br /&gt;They’re all sound asleep. Snug in their warm little beds.&lt;br /&gt;And I’m here. Feeling this… This torture… &lt;br /&gt;Oh God, it hurts so much. &lt;br /&gt;Why now, after so long? Why now? &lt;br /&gt;I start breathing erratically and I can’t stop it. I can’t control it. &lt;br /&gt;The pain… it just courses through and it doesn’t get any better no matter how much I toss and turn. &lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t go away. &lt;br /&gt;It only gets worse with every move I make. &lt;br /&gt;It feels like someone’s tearing through my insides, ripping everything apart. &lt;br /&gt;Very much like a dying animal.&lt;br /&gt;Put me out of my misery. &lt;br /&gt;My body starts shaking and it contorts, trying to reposition itself in a manner so that the pain would magically disappear. I only wish that such a position existed. &lt;br /&gt;Nothing can take this pain away.&lt;br /&gt;Well, nothing except for those pills that the doctor prescribed to me those many years ago. The ones that I have long since used up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t wait for the pain” the doctor said, but mum always made me wait for it to hit me anyways.&lt;br /&gt;It had to hurt before I could make it go away. She wouldn’t just let me avoid it completely. No. Because she wanted me to be sure that I was in enough pain to use them. It had to be intense enough that I had to use the pain killers. &lt;br /&gt;She always made me wait…&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;My limbs twist and twitch and there’s nothing I can do about it. I no longer have control over my body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t think to just get up out of bed and take those friendly pills that awaited me on my dresser. I can’t. The pain is too much. Too afraid to get out of bed. Fearing how much more it would hurt if I got up and walked those few steps, knowing I would only collapse to the floor and curl up into a ball like a baby. No, I wasn’t thinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands ball up into fists. My nails digging into my skin, a failed attempt to distract myself from the more massive pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an hour, things go silent for a moment… my body goes still… and suddenly I can breathe normally again. The pain begins to die down but it’s still there. Just less severe, but still there. *sigh* I hate when this happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[fin.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errrrgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/oct/live/IMG000349.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-3054858527241498011?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/3054858527241498011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/10/pain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/3054858527241498011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/3054858527241498011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/10/pain.html' title='The Pain.'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-8365243345817328977</id><published>2008-10-23T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T16:22:42.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Talk.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Stace and I went to Ron’s place for a 2-year-old’s birthday party. When we got there, Ron had just woken up. The noobcake. Well, while he went to go shower and get ready, Stacey and I took the liberty of changing his laptop's background. I went looking for the same picture I used last time, the 2 asians in mankinis lol, but I couldn’t find it. We did find some rather disturbing pictures, which Stace didn’t really find disturbing. haha. Perhaps she’s USED to seeing such dirty things. o_O lol. Just kidding. We ended up just making it a man in a leather bikini. :) I think Ron was rather satisfied with it when he came back. :P&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;They sure had a &lt;b&gt;LOT&lt;/b&gt; of food. They had one of those super long tables and there were NO empty spaces between the trays of food. It was pretty good. Stace and I ate outside as Ron was inside chatting with a certain someone. I was pretty worried about him, though. I didn’t want him to walk outside with tears in his eyes or anything. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stace farted a LOT, saying “safety” after every blast. Haha. Dirty girl. tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also did some hookah. Well, it was mostly me because Stace just knocked out on Ron’s bed. The heck though, because Stace was the one that &lt;i&gt;wanted&lt;/i&gt; to do hookah in the first place. Oh wells. More for me. :P haha. “Sorry if I stain your bed sheets” she said before she went to sleep. Haha. You see, it was that &lt;i&gt;time&lt;/i&gt; for Stace… lol. Grossness! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src= "http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/oct/live/n1071420046_30177448_1009.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Stef… lol.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron started playing Silent Hill Homecoming and after a while he let me have a go at it. I didn’t do so bad. I tried my best not to freak out every time a monster popped out of nowhere. Stacey woke up at some point and watched me play. At one part this dog popped out of nowhere and I just screamed. Haha. It’s so funny how a game can make you act. Like when Ron played… “RON! RON! KILL IT!” Stace and I would yell. “RUUUUUN!” And whenever he had to open a door or whenever a monster came around the corner. EEEP! Simply horrible. Lol. And yet, at the same time, fun. :D When the monsters started getting a little too scary for me, I would just hand the controller to Ron so he could kill them for me. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki came over for about 30 minutes. Stace had been impatiently waiting for her to come over. Guess she really misses her that much. Haha. Poor Nikki was hungry but she waited to get food because Stace was doing some application stuff. So sad. :&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate some more, played Silent Hill some more, did more hookah, and then we went home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I got home, my mom called me to her room. I knew what was coming… “The talk.” I had anticipated that she would give me “the talk” weeks ago. I had only wondered &lt;i&gt;when&lt;/i&gt; she would talk to me because I was expecting it for quite some time. I knew exactly what she would say and how the conversation would conclude. And despite the fact that I knew what was going to be said, I left her room with a sudden burst of motivation and determination. She always has a way of doing that to me. For how long this will last, I don’t know. These episodes usually don’t last very long. I only wish that they did. What a life I would live if only they did. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She reminded me of the summer promise I had made. I had been going out nearly every day when I told my mom that I wouldn’t be going out at all when I got back to school because my classes were going to be much harder and that I would be studying 24/7. I have been feeling bad lately, even before she had the talk with me, no lie. I’ve been going out nearly every week, knowing perfectly well of the promise I had made over summer and yet I continue to go out. Stupid Stef. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And SINCE I made that promise, the classes I have are, in fact, much harder and I’m not doing so well in those classes either. :/ Hence, my sudden burst of motivation! I HAVE to do well in these classes! I NEED to do well in these classes! I WANT to keep to my word! Lol. I don’t really know how to describe it. It’s much more meaningful in my head. I just don’t know how to articulate it. haha. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The resulting punishment from “the talk”… I can’t go out as much. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[fin.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-8365243345817328977?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/8365243345817328977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/10/talk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/8365243345817328977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/8365243345817328977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/10/talk.html' title='The Talk.'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-4974990012351344481</id><published>2008-10-19T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T16:21:56.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christia's Birthday @ Disneyland.</title><content type='html'>I woke up at 5 to get ready, something I am very much used to. My mom gave me about $60 for the ticket and $20 for food, which was kind of madness because food at Disneyland is hella expensive, just like any other theme park. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christia picked me up around 7ish. I think it’s kind of sad that she has to drive for her birthday but I guess she didn’t mind it. Oh, a cool random happenstance is that both Christia and I were wearing black and red. Haha. Turns out Stace had just woken up when Christia called her. She slept when I woke up so that was about 2 hours of sleep for her. tsk tsk. So sad. She was supposedly up doing online quizzes or something. I wondered how in the world that girl would be able to survive the whole day with only 2 hours of sleep. I surely couldn’t do it. When we were waiting for Stacey to get ready, Xtia looked at me and said “Oh my gosh! New hair!... Oh my gosh! Piercing!!” haha. You could tell I hadn’t seen her in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing we did was go to church.  We saw Ish there giving the wine. Also saw Christia’s parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some time to kill before the guys would be meeting up with us so we drove to Pasadena to get some Coffee Bean. It’s always the white chocolate with those kids, I swear. Lol. I didn’t buy a drink so I just stole some honey sticks and ate the free samples. haha. Come on, you can’t blame me. I need to save up on the moneys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were halfway to Vons when Christia realized that she forgot to get the bagel that she paid for. Lol. Sooo we drove all the way back to pick it up. I told Stace to pick up some more honey sticks while she was there. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove back to Vons to meet up with the guys and buy some snacks. Chris was worried they’d be too shy around us or that wouldn’t talk to them. Big problem for Steffy because Steffy’s a quiet one too. lol. We didn’t really have a problem with talking. There was only silence when we were all tired. haha. Which was a lot, kind of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xtia told poor Kevin to bring a cooler which we didn’t even need because we only bought one bag of Pirate’s Booty and 0 drinks. lol. The drive to Anaheim wasn’t that bad. We got there faster than I thought. Since we were taking the same freeway that I take to school, I felt like that’s where I was going. lol. NOT a good way to start off my day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness we didn’t do that thing where we sang and recorded it. Phew. For some reason, I still haven’t watched the ones that we made when we went clubbing and when we drove to the beach. I suppose I’m just too embarrassed to watch it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there, we had to find a way to hide pirates booty so I stuffed it in my shirt. It looked a lot like I was pregnant, the next Juno perhaps. Lol. I ended up just opening the bag and eating it while we waited in line for the tram. Nearly half the bag was gone by the time we went into the park. Oh Stef, you piggy. Om nom nom nom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/dland/n663671803_1531927_3351.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left for dead as Christia and Kevin rode away. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/dland/n663671803_1531940_6954.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There to see Jack Sparrow. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw Donald in a car. I think that was probably the only chance I would have gotten to take a picture with him. :&lt; Made me sad. That was one of my goals for Disneyland too. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first place we went to was Adventureland. We went on Indiana Jones in memory of Xtia’s Shia La Bouf or “La Lame” “La Douche” as Bryan called him. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FINALLY went to Space Mountain for the first time in my LIFE! lol. We even got the fast pass so then we rode it again later that night. Woot woot! I also finally went on that Buzz Lightyear ride. Whooped Stacey’s arse, I did. Muahahahaha. ^o^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/dland/pewpew.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/dland/n663671803_1531948_9295.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we couldn’t find Donald Duck. :&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did a lot of walking back and forth but that was ok. We were really lucky to have the guys there to direct us to wherever we needed to go. They didn’t even need a map. o_O The lines weren’t really that long. A lot of them were just 20 minute long or less waits. Pretty good deal, I’d say. We used a lot of fast passes too which was good. We saved SO much time with those, you have no idea. We were able to go on most of the rides but not those stupid, slow, kiddy, story rides. Nawp. Well, we went on Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride thing. That one was pretty damn boring. Lol. Just a way to kill time I guess, since we DID go on most of the important attractions anyways. We didn’t even go on the Finding Nemo submarine ride. They said it wasn’t worth it so we just skipped it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate at this place with bread bowls, they tasted better the last time I was at Disneyland, which was like 5 years ago. Lol. I guess things change… Or maybe it just tasted better last time because we were cold, and hungry waiting for Fantasmic to start. $11. Not really worth it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacey was surprisingly hyper at random moments of the day. I suppose sleep deprivation does strange things to people. It was like a rollercoaster of hyperactivity with her. Scared me, it did. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/dland/n663671803_1532022_3318.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww! Nice hat but I don’t have no moneys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/dland/n663671803_1532034_7010.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See her birthday pin? XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long while, everyone started getting REAL tired so everyone became REAL quiet when we waited in the lines for the rides. The guys didn’t get much sleep either. Poor Kevin only had 3 or 4 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got myself a Donald Duck key chain. &lt;br /&gt;Got Xtia a Minnie mouse heart key chain.&lt;br /&gt;Got Stace a Pooh bear pin.&lt;br /&gt;Got Jean a Bambi pin.&lt;br /&gt;Got Sandy an Eeyore pin.&lt;br /&gt;I would’ve gotten things for more people if I were sure what their favorite Disney character was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fireworks show which was awesome! I mean, even though there were a couple of trees blocking our view, we could see the fireworks for the most part. I LOVED it! That’s all I can say. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn’t watch any shows except for the Honey I Shrunk the Audience thing, which we pretty much used as a resting time. I can’t believe they still have that show after HOW long? I bet half the people that watch the show don’t even remember what Honey I Shrunk the Kids is. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/dland/n663671803_1532120_1929.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. The kid just got in our picture so we worked with it. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/dland/n663671803_1532144_3030.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re so strong! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we went into the theatre, we saw this little girl that wet herself and her pee was spreading all over the floor, which was nastyyy. Also before going into the theatre, they played these Kodak advertisements that were hilarious in that they were horrible actors and that everything was over exaggerated. Saddest thing was that they made the Asian bit look the stupidest. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm… What else happened… Oh! We saw Winnie the Pooh and It seemed that he was about to go on his break or something. People kept on stopping him asking to take a picture but he kept backing away and waving. Poor person. They’ve been in that suit for hours and people just won’t leave them alone. Lol. Stacey just took a picture with Pooh in the background trying to get away. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin brought us home. It was a pretty fast drive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lot of fun today. :) It was a looong day and now there’s school tomorrow. X[ *sighs* And let’s not forget the Physio lab exam. Happy Birthday Christia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/dland/n663671803_1532308_2318.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally said “I like your tie… It’s like a snake.” Haha. talk about staying in character. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/dland/n663671803_1532404_6212.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Om nom nom nom. ^o^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[fin]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-4974990012351344481?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/4974990012351344481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/10/christias-birthday-disneyland.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/4974990012351344481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/4974990012351344481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/10/christias-birthday-disneyland.html' title='Christia&apos;s Birthday @ Disneyland.'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-348590824093607280</id><published>2008-10-12T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T16:20:54.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obvious much?</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning, looked in the mirror and noticed that something was missing. My stud was gone. The hole had gotten so big that the stud had dug into my lip and was therefore missing on the outer surface of my lip. It was pretty nasty because I could pus the stud in and out f the hole. I suppose that this had a benefit because it allowed me to hide the fact that I had a piercing from my parents. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to church and my mm didn’t even notice. Even when we were eating at Sizzlers, they still didn’t notice. It was pretty hard to eat. I couldn’t really open my mouth wide enough to put food in so I ate in really small bites. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the bathroom to check and the stud was still in the hole. I pushed it out and went back to the table and covered my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom laughed at me and said “What are you hiding? Did someone kiss you!?” LOL. Silly mommy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all good though. Parents still didn’t notice anything despite the fact that it was right in front of them. haha. Score one for Stef! XD ORRR maybe they just don't want to say anything about it. lol. Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ll just have to see how the rest of the week goes. o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[fin]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-348590824093607280?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/348590824093607280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/10/obvious-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/348590824093607280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/348590824093607280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/10/obvious-much.html' title='Obvious much?'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-6412719266590990127</id><published>2008-10-11T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T16:19:49.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Field Trip?</title><content type='html'>I had to wake up at 5 am this morning because Charlie and I were going to go on a field trip for our Nursing class. Guess where? A hospital! Lol. So my parents couldn’t see my piercing. hehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the hospital with Charlie. At first we ended up going to the wrong place. A rather small building which we thought was the hospital that our teacher worked at. We just thought, “Wow. This is a hospital?” haha. Luckily, as we were walking towards Carl’s Jr. we saw the actual hospital. The place we parked at turned out to be a dentist office by the same name as the hospital we were looking for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating breakfast, we drove to the hospital and another problem arose. We had no idea where we were supposed to meet our teacher. We called Keisha and she didn’t know either. There were about 5 large buildings total. At first we were waiting at the main entrance but no one else was there so we walked around in search for our teacher’s building. We paged her over and over again in hopes that she would come downstairs or go outside and we would find her. I don’t get why she can’t just have a cell phone. *sighs* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie ended up walking around outside and he found the place. We didn’t know that there would be so many students. There were about 30 students total. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before, I told Keisha that I got something and that she had to wait until today to see what it was. When we saw her, I just talked to her normally until she noticed. When she saw it, the paused, looked at me for a while, and said “So THAT’S what you got!” haha. &lt;br /&gt;I must say that the experience was exhilarating! Walking through the smelly halls of the hospital! Looking at sickly people and sickly people looking back at us. Watching people sleep, looking at premature babies and stuff. It was pretty cool. We also went into the intensive care area and the emergency room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep yep. That was our field trip. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src= "http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/oct/the%20rings/PA110028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src= "http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/oct/the%20rings/PA110029.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cool looking entrance of the hospital. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[fin]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-6412719266590990127?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/6412719266590990127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/10/field-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/6412719266590990127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/6412719266590990127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/10/field-trip.html' title='Field Trip?'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-8319174792267408477</id><published>2008-10-10T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T16:18:46.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Piercing.</title><content type='html'>Getting a lip piercing was not on my list of things to do today. lol. but here I am. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started off with Anatomy, then afterwards I just hung out with Keisha. We talked, and talked, and talked some more and we took pictures on her photobooth as usual. This one guy sitting next to us, who just happened to be listening in on our conversation, joined in for a bit. Haha. I think it’s turning into a tradition. After class, Keisha and I buy some Cha for Tea and we hang out for a bit or until she gets picked up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to hang out with my 3 stooges today so I texted Jess. I picked up Jess and Jean and we went over to Ron’s place. While Ron was in the bathroom, I took the liberty of changing his laptop desktop image picture to two gay Asians wearing mankinis. LOL. This is something that Charlie likes to do when I leave my laptop unattended. Only instead of men in mankinis, he would put a picture of a gothic guy, aka my dearest Atticus. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, when Ron came into his room, sat in his chair, and minimized the screen, he beheld the glorious background that was on his beloved laptop and said “What the heck!?” lol. And I sat there, hiding behind Jean trying to hold in my laughter so that the question of WHO had changed his background would be painfully obvious. “Stef!” he said as he looked at me. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Gosh Ron, I didn’t know you rolled that way” said Jess. hee hee hee. *sigh* good times, good times. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all ate at Gyu Kaku in Pasadena. I really wanted Jess to start speaking in Japanese to the waitress. It would’ve been cool but I guess Jess was too embarrassed to show off her Japanese skills. *sigh* maybe next time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src= "http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/oct/the%20rings/PA100001.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem was waiting for the food to cook. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src= "http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/oct/the%20rings/PA100004.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonely boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src= "http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/oct/the%20rings/PA100006.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src= "http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/oct/the%20rings/PA100007.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean showed us this store with a whole bunch of chibi toy things and we went to Abercrombie &amp; Fitch because Jess STILL has yet to use her gift cards. Lol. She didn’t buy anything today. Perhaps next time…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went into the apple store and took pictures on photobooth just for fun. Wonder if the employees were annoyed. I bet people do that all the time though. It seemed that they had blocked both Myspace and Facebook. lol. people always go there just to check up on that stuff. haha. funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src= "http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/oct/the%20rings/Photo6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src= "http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/oct/the%20rings/Photo7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src= "http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/oct/the%20rings/Photo8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Om nom nom nom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki was getting her tattoo today and we wanted to see her get it. On the drive to Glendale, we all talked about what kind of tattoo we would get and stuff like that. When we got there, I thought to myself, “Hmm. Well, we’re here… Maybe I should get that lip ring now…” haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Nikki looked so scared to get her tattoo. It looked like she was about to cry sometimes but she didn’t. Good job Nikki! Proud of you! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. This guy that worked at the tattoo parlor was funny. I was like “I want a lip piercing” and he said “Why don’t you get both.” Jess was like “I want a cartilage piercing” and he said “Why don’t you get the industrial? Two piercings with one.” He was a dork. Just trying to squeeze more money out of us. tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was going to be either Jean or Jess that was going to get a piercing with me. Jess didn’t have enough money for the both of them. Jean wanted to get a lip ring , same as me, but he wanted me to go first for some reason.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src= "http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/oct/the%20rings/PA100010.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly Stacey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src= "http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/oct/the%20rings/PA100013.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki's support. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src= "http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/oct/the%20rings/PA100016.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're both thinking "Crap am I really gonna get this piercing!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src= "http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/oct/the%20rings/PA100017.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The noob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src= "http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/oct/the%20rings/PA100020.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly Stacey once again. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn’t hurt that much. Not really. It could’ve been worse. I have to gurgle with Listerine after every time I eat and I have to clean the outside with dial soap. It shouldn’t be too hard to take care of. Oh and there's a video too, and I look like a noob. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my only problem is my parents finding out about it. I guess it won’t be to hard because on the weekdays I pretty much don’t even see my parents since I’m not home from 5am to 10 pm. Haha. But then again, it IS the weekend so I have a problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[fin]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-8319174792267408477?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/8319174792267408477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/10/piercing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/8319174792267408477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/8319174792267408477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/10/piercing.html' title='The Piercing.'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-76516243249884059</id><published>2008-10-04T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T16:17:53.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Run, Birthday Lunch &amp; Music Fest</title><content type='html'>It turns out that all that stuff I bought Sandy on her birthday are now on sale at Target! Pisses me the eff off! &gt;:O Like WTF! Sandy already opened her shiz and threw away the tags so we can’t return it. Grrarrrr!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, Chris came over in the morning because he wanted to run. Thing is, we weren’t even running. More like jogging. Poor Chris had to stop because his back started hurting. :/ He couldn’t really keep up. tsk tsk. That’s what you get for smoking so much! We were almost at the house but Chris stopped, gasping for breath. I felt fine until I saw him and I suddenly felt the urge to throw up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were standing there when we noticed Sandy at the stop sign. “Need a lift?” she offered and Chris and I went straight for the car. When we got to the house, my dad watched us get out of the car and said “That’s not running…” lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in my room and I wondered where Chris was. I heard him spitting into the sink and I thought he was throwing up. :/ The poor boy could barely walk. “My legs feel like jello. I can’t walk.” haha. Poor Chrissy. He sat on the couch upstairs for about 30 minutes before he walked very slowly down the stairs. Haha.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate at Gyu Kaku in Pasadena for Sandy’s birthday lunch. Ramley was supposed to come but he got “sick” and he was “tired.” That’s such bullshizzle. I know that boy’s scared to face our parents. Honestly, I would too, if I were going to meet my dad, the super racist. You see, Ramley’s Sri Lankan, and my dad has a problem with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I really like eating there. I don’t care if I have to cook my own food. It’s yummy! And they have this really good meat that’s REALLY tender and it’s just YUMMM! XD Sadly, I’m still not sure what it’s called. :(…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/oct/PA040093.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousins! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/oct/PA040095.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Casanovas. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/oct/PA040096.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/oct/PA040106.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh! Candle on ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/oct/PA040109.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mochi! Nom nom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/oct/PA040111.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you’re thinking. “You look just like your dad.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/oct/PA040113.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEE! Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/oct/PA040123.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's my clavicle. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/oct/PA040125.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* Always falling asleep in public places. tsk tsk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we headed back home. Chris wanted to watch Nick and Nora’s Infinite Playlist but we couldn’t find any good times. I had to be home before 6 because I was going to meet up with the short ones at the Music Fest. Sadly, we couldn’t watch it so Chris went on his way to spend an hour in traffic to get home. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hoped it wouldn’t rain at the Music Fest but the weather man said otherwise. Thankfully it only drizzled a couple of times throughout the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I parked pretty far from Colorado because parking near there seemed damn near impossible. It was funny, I’m usually the one that’s late but the one day that I go early was the one time that no one was there! Grarr. It was ok because I had to walk a couple blocks anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Ann, then Zen, then JC met up with us at Swork. Me and Zen bought coffee and they gave us free shirts, which was awesome. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New London, the band playing at Swork, was pretty good. “Better than anything outside” said Zen. One of their songs was about Honey Bunches of Oats cereal. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked down Colorado, listening to the bands and looking at the stands that were up. I think it’s funny how I can’t understand a single word that they say but I still like their music. You know… the beats and all. :) It was pretty packed there. We were always trying to dodge people that were walking in the opposite direction. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly Ann wouldn’t stop talking about food and Car hadn’t eaten yet so we walked to Tommy’s. Car got chili fries and Zen got a chili dog. Funny thing with Zen is that she only ate the hot dog but not the bun or the chili. Lol. “It looks like poo” she said. :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were eating, we were talking about classes and school and such when Car said, “Steph, I don’t see you as a nurse. I see you as an artist. Like graphic design or something.” And we talked about how I should minor in art or something. It got me thinking about how I know I’ll be miserable as a nurse and how I’ll never be able to get into something I love doing, like drawing, making movies, or acting. *sigh* It got me feeling really down in the dumps. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were walking to my car when I saw Frank coming towards me. Ah, my silly dance partner, oh how I’ve missed you. Lol. He gave me a hug and I wasn’t sure what he said to me so I just replied “Good for you, Frank. :)” haha. It was either “I’m on ecstasy” or “Nice seeing you.” But I felt bad because if he said the latter, I would have seemed like a jerk for responding “Good for you.” Lol. So I texted him, asking him what he said and he replied “E.” Phew. Looks like I’m not a jerk after all. Haha. No wonder Frank was acting so weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a lot of familiar faces today. It was pretty cool seeing how some people have changed and how some people haven’t changed at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next hang out with the short ones will probably be Thanksgiving vacation. We shalt see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/oct/IMG000285.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free shirts FTW! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I got home, I went to my laptop and started playing Yahoo Graffiti with Chris. I totally owned at drawing (thank you tablet). :) And there was this one person that was so amazingly pro that Chris and I felt like total nublets. :( but it was fun. We drew for nearly 2 hours. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[fin]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-76516243249884059?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/76516243249884059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/10/morning-run-birthday-lunch-music-fest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/76516243249884059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/76516243249884059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/10/morning-run-birthday-lunch-music-fest.html' title='Morning Run, Birthday Lunch &amp; Music Fest'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-7574053316098097944</id><published>2008-10-03T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T16:16:50.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sandy’s 21st Birthday.</title><content type='html'>I woke up in the morning and put a post-it on Sandy’s doorknob that read as follows&lt;br /&gt;“HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Thanks for being the best sister ever! &lt;3 Stef”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t plan on going to school today since I only had one class and there wasn’t a quiz but Keisha and I needed to our Nursing powerpoint project. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to pick up Charlie because he was going to go out with Jenny, Ferg, and Linh to Laguna Beach and they would just drop him off at home later. We got to school pretty early so we watched an episode of Are You Afraid of the Dark. We laughed at the horrible acting and stupid predictability of it all. It was hilarious and we couldn’t believe how scared we used to be of this crap. Charlie had decided not to go to class and just sleep in my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class, me, Keisha and Charlie went to Cha for Tea to eat because we were pretty damn hungry. When we got there, Jenny picked Charlie up. Keisha and I watched an episode of Are You Afraid of the Dark as we waited for Cha for Tea to open. Surprisingly, that episode actually got me scared. Lol. I would go “SHIT! SHIT! That’s frickin scary!” It really was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second that the sign went from Closed to Open, me and Keisha went straight in to order some food. I guess we weren’t as hungry as we thought. At first we were eating at lightning speed but after a while things went to a snail pace. :P We watched another episode of Are You Afraid of the Dark as we ate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keisha and I were pretty bored after a while so we started taking pictures on her Mac. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/oct/l_73754f942fa347e4bd8f9a09724c59cc.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/oct/l_f3e32aaf7a8d498493665dec7a1a7be5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we SHOULD have been working on our Nursing powerpoint but we didn’t. haha. We ended up deciding that we should just do it over the weekend. :P Keisha and I decided to relocate away from Cha for Tea because we were worried that the people there were annoyed at the fact that we’ve been there for nearly 3 hours. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie finally came back from his date. He went to go check if Justin was working at Cha today. He came out to greet everyone and once again he couldn’t bring himself to look at me. He offered us some free tea. Amazingly, Keisha asked for a black tea even though she had already drank 2! o_O I was surprised that she didn’t even need to go pee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keisha left and I had to meet up with Sandy so I brought Charlie home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a voicemail of Jess saying that she was outside my house ringing the doorbell. She wondered if I wanted to come with her and Jean to visit Ron. I really wanted to go and see how that boy was doing but it was Sandy’s birthday. *sigh* If only it were any other day. :/ I haven’t seen that noobcake in a while. I really do hope he’s ok. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had decided to take Sandy shopping for her birthday so we met up at the Glendale Galleria. She went straight to Target. I bought her a blanket and some purple Christmas lights for her room. At For Love 21, I got sandy some sunglasses and a wallet. We went to Forever 21 and Sandy tried on some clothes. She was in search of a purple or blue dress. Sadly, she couldn’t find one that she liked. :/ I also got her a pretzel and a smoothie. Haha. There were $5 left over for her birthday money but she let me use it to buy some Jone’s soda. :) Thanksies Sandy! I spent a good $60 on her today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandy had to go to school so wanted me to bring Ramley’s gift for her home because it was too big for her to carry. I must say, it was pretty awesome. haha.  I took the liberty of taking pictures with that humongous Appa toy before Sandy came home. :) I was telling all my Avatar-loving friends about it and we all got excited. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/oct/appa.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked into my parents’ room with it. My mom saw it and gave a look that said “Oh gosh…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and it turns out that she didn’t go to school today. lol. She actually went to City Walk with her hubby. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope Sandy had a happy birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing. I find that sometimes I really don't like the way Charlie talks to me. Sometimes he talks to me like I'm an idiot, like he has no respect for me at all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- (6:45:47 PM): im trying to find  a place to have it at&lt;br /&gt;- (6:45:49 PM): do u know any cheap motels&lt;br /&gt;ls casanoval (6:45:56 PM): uh no&lt;br /&gt;ls casanoval (6:46:02 PM): sry&lt;br /&gt;- (6:46:56 PM): fack&lt;br /&gt;ls casanoval (6:47:05 PM): mum ses&lt;br /&gt;ls casanoval (6:47:15 PM): ay what you going to a party for!?&lt;br /&gt;- (6:47:19 PM): omfg&lt;br /&gt;- (6:47:21 PM): ur so stupid&lt;br /&gt;- (6:47:25 PM): u dont say party&lt;br /&gt;- (6:47:26 PM): u say&lt;br /&gt;- (6:47:28 PM): were just hangin out&lt;br /&gt;ls casanoval (6:47:29 PM): well ionooooo&lt;br /&gt;ls casanoval (6:47:30 PM): X[&lt;br /&gt;- (6:47:31 PM): STUPIDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;- (6:47:33 PM): STUPIDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;- (6:47:36 PM): amateur&lt;br /&gt;ls casanoval (6:47:37 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;ls casanoval (6:47:39 PM): meh...&lt;br /&gt;- (6:49:56 PM): ok&lt;br /&gt;- (6:49:58 PM): redeem yourself&lt;br /&gt;- (6:50:02 PM): try saying&lt;br /&gt;- (6:50:25 PM): "mom can they come hang out here for a little bit since you wont let me out?"&lt;br /&gt;ls casanoval (6:50:37 PM): omg&lt;br /&gt;ls casanoval (6:50:38 PM): no foo&lt;br /&gt;- (6:50:57 PM): just try it&lt;br /&gt;- (6:51:01 PM): and see if she says yes&lt;br /&gt;- (6:51:04 PM): cus then we can pick u up&lt;br /&gt;- (6:51:07 PM): so u dont have to drive&lt;br /&gt;- (6:51:08 PM): stupid betch&lt;br /&gt;ls casanoval (6:52:08 PM): no&lt;br /&gt;- (6:53:42 PM): ur gonna drive drunk?&lt;br /&gt;ls casanoval (6:54:01 PM): no&lt;br /&gt;- (6:54:18 PM): then how were u sposed to get to the motel and shit and then drive home?&lt;br /&gt;ls casanoval (6:54:33 PM): err&lt;br /&gt;- (6:54:37 PM): yeah&lt;br /&gt;- (6:54:38 PM): exactly&lt;br /&gt;- (6:54:45 PM): u dont think things through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or when he calls me useless or says "thanks for the help" in that sarcastic tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. I just don't like it. I really doubt that he talks like that to any of his other girl friends. Charlie says what he wants. I don't think he knows how hurtful he can be. *sigh* As usual, I will continue to allow him to talk to me like this. I won't be standing up for myself anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[fin]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-7574053316098097944?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/7574053316098097944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/10/sandys-21st-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/7574053316098097944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/7574053316098097944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/10/sandys-21st-birthday.html' title='Sandy’s 21st Birthday.'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-5653343554267257183</id><published>2008-10-02T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T16:15:50.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Off.</title><content type='html'>I had studied a LOT more for Anatomy than I for Physio. Big mistake! I hope I did well in Anatomy because I sure as hell didn't do so hot in Physio. :( *sigh* Yeah, 2 midterms in one day = KILLER. My brain was dead and I did NOT want to do anything today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dear cousin Chris came over to hang out. We ate some Tommy's and started to watch Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. Naturally, he fell asleep. The noob. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Sandy called and she had locked her keys in the trunk of her car. tsk tsk. We drove over there, knowing where she was and who she was with. "Where is he?" said Chris, "I wanna shake his hand." lol. Sandy just stood there as Chris and I wondered where Ramley was hiding. You could tell that Sandy was rather irritated but what does she have to be ashamed about? We merely wanted to meet him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandy started to walk away, Chris and I gave up and Chris suddenly realized "Shit! It's her birthday tomorrow and I'm pissing her off. X[" So sad. Afterwards, we went to the Glendale Galleria to hang out for a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up buying a wacom bamboo. Haha. I could have gotten it cheaper if I bought it online but I guess I was eager to have one. Haha. I HAVE been wanting one for just about forever so you can’t blame me. Once I got home, I immediately installed it and started drawing. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/oct/wacombamboo.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished watching Order of the Phoenix, watched Smallville, and then watched Supernatural. And as we watched, I was drawing graffiti on facebook at the same time. :) I love my new wacom. &lt;3 I will soon be addicted. It was happy day indeed. Made me forget all about my Physio test, that is, until I realized that the grades were posted up on beachboard. -_- I got a 36 out of 50. :/ A very low C. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need to work harder! &gt;:[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[fin]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-5653343554267257183?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/5653343554267257183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/5653343554267257183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/5653343554267257183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-off.html' title='Day Off.'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-6310685992639988150</id><published>2008-10-01T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T16:13:09.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Kill.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/oct/00k.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Student Union, as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very long time until our next class, four hours to be exact, so me, Keisha, and Charlie spent a very long time in the Student Union. Out of randomness, we started to play Truth. Just asking questions and answering truthfully. It was really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a really hard time thinking of questions to ask but I finally got one. “Have you guys ever walked around your house naked when no one was home?” hahaha. A lot… well, ALL of the questions were pretty weird. :P Funny stories followed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/oct/88k.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my laptop has crappy camera effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time for class when I closed my laptop. &lt;br /&gt;“Wait, didn’t you see your background?” said Charlie.&lt;br /&gt; “Uh… no. Why? OMG! You didn’t put a penis on it did you!?” I replied.&lt;br /&gt;“Aw shit! Why didn’t I think of that!?” &lt;br /&gt;-_- “What did you put!?”&lt;br /&gt;“Just look at it when we get to class.”&lt;br /&gt;And so I did. It was a picture of a goth guy, my Atticus lover. It gave me quite a laugh.&lt;br /&gt;“I’m gonna put a vagina on yours!” I said jokingly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness I changed my background back to what it used to be, because Charlie ended up using my laptop for the overhead projection. People seeing that picture of a scary goth man for my background would have been quite embarrassing for me. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. As our teacher was walking around the class, she went right next to me and saw that I was on AIM. -_- Minutes later, she gave a tiny rant about how she knows that we do things on our laptop that aren’t exactly class related and how we should pay attention in class yada yada yada. Haha. I felt pretty bad. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[fin]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-6310685992639988150?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/6310685992639988150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/10/time-to-kill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/6310685992639988150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/6310685992639988150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/10/time-to-kill.html' title='Time to Kill.'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-8145369789239530170</id><published>2008-09-19T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T16:11:35.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Long Day.</title><content type='html'>Oh goodness did I drive a lot… Here’s my day. I picked up Jess, picked up Jean, drove to LB, had my Anatomy class, drove home, hung out with Jess and Jean at my house for a bit, drove back to Jess’s house, drove to Alhambra, drove around Alhambra looking for a good salon, got my haircut for 1 hr and 30 minutes, ate at Crane Sushi, drove back to another hair salon, Jess got her haircut for an hour and something, drove back to Eagle Rock, picked up Ron at The Coffee Table, drove to Glendale Galleria, found sunglasses for Ron, picked up Jess's paycheck, drove to Burbank, watched My Best Friends Girl, dropped everyone off, drove home, and went on my laptop. :) I was out from 6:30 am to 11:30 pm. lol. No doubt, a fun day. Mucho driving but it wasn’t that bad except for when I almost killed us a couple of times. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/glasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We so coo! XD &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fallen asleep as I was studying for my Anatomy quiz so when I picked up Jess, I asked her to read the book to me while I drove us to Long Beach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Jess came to school with me for nothing. :/ She went to the wrong classroom for her experiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think I did so well on that quiz. :/ I can only blame myself for going out on Thursday instead of staying home and studying. I made the choice to hang out with them one last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we wanted to eat at that awesome pizza place that John brought us to one time but it was closed when we got there. We just headed to my house so that I could print out pictures of the hair I wanted. Jess showed me this youtube video of Caramel Dansen and it was cute because it was chibi versions of Rock Lee and Gaara dancing to the song. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhambra was the place to go because Jess wanted an Asian to cut her hair. lol. We didn’t want to go to the place that Stacey had suggested to us before because when we left the place, Jess and I had the exact same hair. haha. So noooo thank you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove to about 3 different places until we found one that had decent prices. I wasn’t going to go off and spend $40 on a haircut. Hellz naw! So we found this place that had $25 haircuts. The lady that was washing my hair thought I was Indian. She said that my eyes were big and my nose was long. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess saw this woman that worked at the salon and said that the woman had EXACTLY the kind of hair Jess wanted. "She must be gorgeous" said Jess as she looked at the back of the woman's head. But when the woman turned around Jess took back what she said. She was a rather old woman to have such awesome looking hair. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl was pretty good. She listened and didn’t complain or anything. She gave suggestions but whenever Jess stepped in and said “Hmm. A little shorter” she replied “No problem.” Haha. I don’t say anything when I don’t like what they’re doing to my hair, so every once in a while I’d ask “Jess… How is it?” lol. And she would give her honest opinion. It DID take a while. 1 hour and 30. That is a heck of a long time and she did a good job so I gave her a good tip. When I handed it to her, she looked surprised. Lol. I guess she doesn’t receive tips very often. haha. so sad. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt really bad for Jean because we KNEW he was hungry when we were driving around. So after my hair was finished, we went straight to eat. The funny thing is, we didn’t finish our food. Even Jean who was the hungriest out of us all, almost didn’t finish his food.  haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess finally got her haircut. Jean and I waited. I read my book. Jean played tennis on his DS. The people there were very accommodating. Lol. They went up to me and Jean and offered us magazines, water, and hot tea. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally, Jean and I would look towards Jess to see how her hair was doing. Most of the time she had an unsure look on her face, which worried us. I think Jess really liked her hairstylist. She laughed a lot. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the haircuts, we were ABOUT to take Cue pictures because of our new looks but we decided against it. We still needed to pick up Ron and go to the Galleria. AND let’s not forget the free movie tickets that were about to expire. Ron needed to trade in his Oakley’s because he didn’t like how his nonexistent nose looked when he wore them. lol. He tried on nearly every type of sunglasses that the Oakley store had. His small nose was no help to our cause. He even tried the special “Asian fit” sunglasses but they still didn’t look good on him. Despite all this, he was able to find one that wasn’t so bad. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean wanted to watch Batman. Poor boy still hasn’t watched it because Jess doesn’t really want to. lol. We ended up watching My Best Friend’s Girl. This group of guys would clap and scream whenever this one chick came up on the screen. No idea who she was but I guess they really loved her. haha. We ate our leftovers while we watched the movie. It was funny when Jess was finished eating and all you could hear was her putting the trash into a plastic bag, while the people in the movie were talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good movie. Plenty of laughs. For example “POP THAT PUSSY!” haha. But it’s not something that you should immediately run off to see. But yeah, it was funny. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dropped everyone off and that was it. :) Fun, long day. Thanks you guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair. lol. So short but I kind of wanted the back to be shorter because it looks weird right now. :/&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking after today my hair will look like crap because I won't know how to fix it so nicely. lol. OR I'll be too lazy to care. haha. I'll do my best. :) Wish me luck! haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then. I think I’m going to get that lip ring. I’ll start off with a very small, skin colored lip ring so that my parents won’t be able to notice. Or at least I HOPE they won’t notice. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[fin]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Quick note. Jean's black V neck shirt... was a LITTLE too low. Meaning... it looked a bit... gay. lol. He knew it. I knew it. and Jess was in denial. haha. Poor Jean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-8145369789239530170?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/8145369789239530170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/09/long-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/8145369789239530170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/8145369789239530170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/09/long-day.html' title='A Long Day.'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-1657771332808987173</id><published>2008-09-18T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T16:10:26.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Short Ones.</title><content type='html'>Cara had come back from her VERY long vacation and she was going to start school on Monday so we all wanted to hang out one more time before she had to leave for SD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cara got me cards from the Bahamas and she gave Ann and Zen some pins. :P The poor girl had spent most of her money on food while she was away. lol. She only bought one thing for herself but all the other cool stuff that she got was for free. Lucky butt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Yosemite Park and played badminton while at the same time, just talking. Haha. It got pretty windy sometimes and it was hard to play because the birdie would fly away. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Glendale Galleria and went shopping! XD Well, Car desperately looked for flip flops. I think I was the only one to buy something, though. lol. A black v neck and a blue tank top. Meh. It’s always fun shopping with them. There’s so many funny things that we do. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love/hate going to pet shops. The dogs are so cuuute but it makes me sad that I can’t have one. :&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After shopping we went to Ichiban and ate. We complained about the calamari because it really didn’t taste like anything. Haha. After that it was goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s sad that I never take pictures with these guys. I don’t think they LIKE taking pictures. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, our next hang out is to be the Music Fest. :) Till then, miss you guys! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[fin.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-1657771332808987173?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/1657771332808987173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/09/short-ones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/1657771332808987173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/1657771332808987173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/09/short-ones.html' title='The Short Ones.'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-6102077284294799648</id><published>2008-09-17T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T16:09:18.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meh.</title><content type='html'>Prepare for a day that wasn’t exactly the best… And I warn you, do not read on if you hate stupid stories about a girl being sad for a day. And “screw you” to those who will, after reading this, think “get over it you pussy.” Think what you want but screw… You…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t cried in a very long time… Jess has enough people going to her for help or just to talk to about their problems. I don’t want to bother her so I’ll just leave her be. Let her enjoy her anime. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So… My day was going pretty well. Anatomy wasn’t so bad, Philosophy was veeeeery interesting, and dance was fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came my lunch break…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess wanted to eat at Cha for Tea and Charlie just &lt;i&gt;had&lt;/i&gt; to call Justin because he wanted free food. I mean, I don’t blame him but I knew how things were going to happen. I would sit there silent and listening, and Charlie and Justin would have their own thing going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Charlie hopes that me and Justin will somehow magically stop being awkward, but I honestly don’t see that happening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So indeed I sat there, not eating because I needed to save money for when Chris and I take out Anty for her birthday. Just because I’ve been over him for just about forever now, doesn’t mean that things won’t be weird. I couldn’t help but feel awkward. I KNOW I’m being awkward but there’s NO way that things wouldn’t be awkward. The history will always be there. I just stared at Jess and Jean eating and Charlie copying down my lab. At one point I turned to Justin and asked him about how that Halo tournament went. He answered. But as he did, he only looked at me for about a second and quickly turned to Jess to finish his statement. He immediately changed the subject to talk to Charlie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m obviously not the only one being awkward. So as I sat there, I couldn’t help but feel sad because he won’t even look me in the face when he’s talking to me. I can’t even look me in the face at all. What did I do that he can’t even look me in the face? I can’t handle that. I just can’t. And whenever I start to think to myself, “Ok. Maybe Charlie’s right. Maybe, just MAYBE me and Justin could be friends again. Maybe I’ll try. Maybe…” I think about what Justin told me that one night… “Cheer up. At least I didn’t use you and give my penis what it wanted.” Oh… Thanks… Glad to see that’s all you wanted… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like… Every time I see him it’s like he’s forcing himself to say “hi” to me. And I don’t want to hang out with someone that has to force themselves to be nice to me or to act a certain way towards me just to please another friend. And I know that I can’t really talk to him about much. Whatever I could say, it’s going to be awkward. But at least I have the courtesy to look you in the face when I’m talking to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I switched seats with Charlie saying “I know you want to switch so you can talk to him.” Because I knew that I sure as hell wasn’t going to talk to him. After that I just played connect 4 with Jess and Jean. That was the only fun I had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. I don’t want to hang out with Justin. No thanks. I don’t need nor want the awkwardness. I don’t even want to try anymore because I know it’s hopeless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are other things but I don’t want to start shit and people WILL talk shit… No thank you, drama. Keep away, please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, I just wanted to get home as soon as possible (even ditched Physio) so I could go out and have fun with Chris and Anty. Yay, cousins! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove home from Jess’s house, picked up Chris, then Anty. It was Anty’s birthday on Monday and she was SUPPOSED to have a party on Saturday but that was canceled so Chris and I wanted to treat her out. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Anty’s birthday gift, Sandy had decided to give her used products. These Eeyore plushies that were given to her by her ex, Dan. It’s funny, because when Anty saw them, she was like “I have a feeling these were from Danita.” Haha. Silly girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We were off to Kabuki for lunch. Yay for Happy Hour! Haha. We were all stuffed and we almost didn’t finish our food. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src= "http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/091708/001-Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfinished. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src= "http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/091708/002-Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src= "http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/091708/003-Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheee! Water, water everywhere! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src= "http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/091708/004-Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we drove to Alhambra to take Cue pictures. And it was when we were decorating the pictures when tita Lisa called. Then I realized “holy shit I forgot to invite Kevin!” So yeah, I felt like shit. Like SHITTY SHIT SHIT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src= "http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/091708/P9170002.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Om nom nom. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src= "http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/091708/P9170005.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src= "http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/091708/P9170007.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src= "http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/091708/P9170014.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src= "http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/091708/P9170015.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src= "http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/091708/P9170018.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone said something funny so he started choking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src= "http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/091708/P9170020.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so full. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src= "http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/091708/P9170023.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Silly girl. Chris told her that her eyes were too small. :P She corrected the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src= "http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/091708/P9170025.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, after Cue there was Crepe in the Grip which was right next door. Om nom nom. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src= "http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/091708/P9170033.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at my Cue infested bag. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src= "http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/091708/P9170041.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src= "http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/091708/P9170043.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src= "http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/091708/P9170048.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Om nom nom nom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src= "http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/091708/P9170049.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src= "http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/091708/P9170052.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive home was funny. Chris blasted my ipod and started singing extremely loudly with the windows down. No doubt, VERY entertaining. It was especially entertaining because he didn’t know the words to the songs. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We brought Anty home and Chris stayed over for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what happened (I’m not even sure WHEN it happened), but something in me just… I don’t know. But I became really, REALLY sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I can’t handle the way Chris makes fun of me. I mean, I KNOW he’s just joking, but sometimes I still take it seriously. And I know that whatever he says, no matter the joke, he’s half serious about it. For example, when he said “you’re a slut” to Anty. He’s joking, but at the same time, he means it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m also reluctant to tell him things now because every time I do, he ends up turning it into a joke when I don’t think of it as a laughing matter. Like, when I tell him about guys, he just ends up making fun of me about it at random times of the day. I don’t like it. I tell him my secrets and I tell him nearly everything because I trust that he’ll understand, not tell anyone else and try to help me. But sometimes he just makes me feel worse and he makes me feel like never telling him, or anyone for that matter, anything ever again. And sometimes he just blurts things out no matter who’s around to hear it. Chris, you’re my best cousin and I love you and I know you care about me. But can you please just… *sigh* I don’ hate you. That will never happen. You just made me sad today, ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is at times when Chris and even when Charlie makes fun of me or whenever they mock me, that I feel like never opening up to anyone ever again. I feel like not being myself, like I have to act a certain way just so that they won’t make fun of me. I have to shut the fuck up and stay quiet just so that they can’t hurt me in these miniscule ways that they do. I always tolerate their jokes but today I was just thinking about it and I just felt sad. That’s all… I guess… Plus the not-so-great lunch that had occurred earlier didn’t make me feel better either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he was leaving, he was walking past me when he looked at me and said “Stop being emo. Gosh.” I thought to myself “How can I NOT be emo when you’ve been acting like a jerk this whole day…” I kid you not, the WHOLE day. At first I was like "Meh. This is normal" but then he just WOULDN'T stop. It's like what the heck crawled up your ass and died this morning? Anty had to tell him to shut up so many times today. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry. I know you’re always just joking and I’m just overreacting about this whole thing but I was already having a semi-bad day so you can’t blame me! So… don’t trip, ok. And don’t start acting weird around me. Don’t suddenly just STOP making your jokes. I don’t want that. I don’t want you to worry about hurting my feelings every time you tell a joke. I’ll tolerate it once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at me “Why are you tearing up?” &lt;br /&gt;“Nothing.” I gave the biggest, most painfully fake smile I could muster.&lt;br /&gt;“I’m not leaving until you tell me.”&lt;br /&gt;“It’s nothing. I’m just overreacting.”&lt;br /&gt;He looked at me and said “I’m sorry for whatever I did. I hope you feel better kiddo.” and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked in the house, sat down and cried for a bit. I haven’t cried like that in a very long time. haha. Usually, after crying I feel fine and dandy. lol. Funny, ain’t it? All I have to do is cry to feel better.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I went to my laptop and started typing so that I could figure out for myself exactly WHY I was crying. So there it is. S’all  good now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all… I only half enjoyed today. I was just down in the dumps. And don’t act like you’ve never felt that way before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, happy birthday Anty! Love ya! LAPALAPALAPA!&lt;br /&gt;[fin]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-6102077284294799648?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/6102077284294799648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/09/meh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/6102077284294799648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/6102077284294799648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/09/meh.html' title='Meh.'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-4613288213134367372</id><published>2008-09-11T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T16:07:47.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Study.</title><content type='html'>I had DECIDED to study today but... that didn't happen. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris called, wanting to come over to study. I thought, "Good. So now if I have a study buddy, I won't be so distracted." Well... I was wrong. haha. Chris came, I was typing up my Anatomy stuff on my laptop. He took out his book and started reading. Every other minute, Chris would say something like "Did you know the Lakers blah blah blah." or "You know Johnny Depp blah blah blah." LOL. That jerk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day, me, Chris, and Sandy went to Alhambra to hang out with Stace, Ron, &amp; Jerry. Nikki was supposed to go but she had to catch up with her school work. :( Haha. Funny thing is, my mom says I can’t go out, but I go anyways. I just leave before the time my mom comes home. That way, she can’t exactly stop me. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up with them in Alhambra. As they were walking towards us, we were like “Oh what!? It’s cousins and cousins!” Jerry &amp; Sandy were best friends during their St. D. days. Stace &amp; I are friends. And the guys… are erm. The guys! Lol. Jerry wanted to take cue pictures so here they are. :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src= "http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/thursday/A.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee hee hee. Devil woman!!! o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src= "http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/thursday/B.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src= "http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/thursday/C.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace!ive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src= "http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/thursday/D.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasteeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate some crepes, had some laughs, and afterwards, I wanted to go to the park to play badminton but it was getting too dark. :/ Instead, they just came over to my house to hang out for a bit. I told Sandy to entertain them so I could study, but that didn’t happen. Lol. We watched our Ding Dong Song music video and the bloopers. We also watched our Dive Devils dvd and laughed at how Stacey screamed and wouldn’t let go of Ron’s arm. We also popped in my 18th birthday just for fun. Funny stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src= "http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/thursday/P9110006.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Loser knocked out as the rest of them went upstairs to eat . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Ron was sleeping, I painted his nails. One hand black, the other hand red. Hee hee hee. As me, Stace, Ron, and Chris hung out in my room, Sandy and Jerry watched Avatar in her room. Sandy also drew a nice picture of Toph for Ron. haha. Oh how he loves her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src= "http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/thursday/P9110008.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. Get off of your cousin, you perv! Haha. Inceeeest! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, Chris and Stacey were being such bitches to each other. lol. "You're toe's long." "Well, your chest is hairy!" "Well, you have fat arms!" "Well, you have a small...!" It was hilarious... but at the same time... annoying. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src= "http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/thursday/P9110012.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess they had a long day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot, you guys, for keeping me from studying for my quiz. -_- I probably wouldn’t have studied anyways. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, remember, the eleventh of September. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[fin]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-4613288213134367372?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/4613288213134367372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/09/study.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/4613288213134367372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/4613288213134367372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/09/study.html' title='Study.'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-7709684508341598339</id><published>2008-09-05T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T16:06:36.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Friday of School.</title><content type='html'>I didn’t have class on Thursday so that was awesome. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had one class today. So afterwards, I hung out with Jess, Jean, Michelle, &amp; Marvin. Well, first me, Jess and Jean played some ping pong and then we met up with Michelle and Marvin at Guppy Teahouse in Cerritos. Jean wanted to take us there because he went there for his birthday and LOVED the food. It just so happened that the place with awesome shaved ice that Michelle wanted to take us to was the same place Jean wanted to bring us. haha. What luck! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was great, they played good music, they had cool fish tanks all over the place, but the service was kind of bad. The waitress messed up on the change we got and they gave off this vibe like “I don’t really want to be here” or “I don’t care for this job.” Meh. But it was ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/P9050075.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Om nom nom! Xd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/P9050076.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet &amp; sour popcorn chicken. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/P9050079.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess dipped her popcorn chicken in the spicy powder, then she dipped it in sweet &amp; sour sauce, then she dipped it in the spicy powder once more. o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t finish my food. Too much! X[ As a matter of fact, the only person that finished their food was Marvin. But he ALWAYS finishes his food so that’s no surprise. :P We ordered a small shaved ice with strawberries and mango. The mango was sweet but the strawberries were sour but DANG was is good. XP We kept adding more and more condensed milk. Twas delicious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/P9050080.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Aw shit...” ran through their heads as they stared at the delicious mound of shaved ice, strawberries, mango &amp; condensed milk. And they call THAT a small!? o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We said our goodbyes to Michelle and Marvin and we headed to the mall. We just walked around, window shopping. Jess bought something but I completely forgot what it was. I had fun. I love those kiddies. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove home, not knowing what we wanted to do next. We were about to head back to my place to hang out but we changed our minds. Jess and I dropped Jean off at home and we headed to ERHS to visit the tennis team. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/P9050088.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor boy only had 30 minutes of sleep today so he slept in the car.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was cool seeing all those Eagle Rockers again. When their practice was over, Jess and I played with them for a bit. Twas fun but dang my jeans made my legs sweaty like crazy. X[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed home at around 6, just right before my mom gets home. It was a great ending to my first week back at school. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap. Wait. That wasn't the end. lol. I got home and went online. Nikki invited me to go clubbing with her, Stace and Ron. I sadly declined because my mom said that I could never go out once school started because I've been going out ALL summer and I'm "too expensive." *sigh* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on Saturday I wanted to go explore L.A. with Johnny boy, too. :/ For ONCE I’d like to see my own city which I have never explored in my life. But no I can’t because mother forbids that I go out. :( Maybe I’ll just do it on my own one day… but then I don't think that would be much fun. I don’t know… My mom will probably let me go out again in perhaps a month or so. We’ll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You just killed my day Nikki” I said, ever so mournfully. They were headed to Rage and I wasn’t really in the mood for a gay club anyways. They met Kaba Modern, which was cool. I’m glad they had fun. :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And THAT was the end of my first week of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[fin]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-7709684508341598339?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/7709684508341598339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-friday-of-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/7709684508341598339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/7709684508341598339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-friday-of-school.html' title='First Friday of School.'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-2366588015865032415</id><published>2008-09-03T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T16:14:11.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2.</title><content type='html'>Today, school really started for me. 4 classes. Anatomy, Philosophy, Social Dance, and Physiology. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy that I didn’t have to drive because I was able to get some sleep in the car. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anatomy wasn’t so bad. I didn’t start dozing off or anything. Jess crashed our class so she studied Japanese. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My philosophy teacher’s pretty cool. He’s really funny and he makes the subject very interesting. :) He’s bald, he combs over his hair to cover his baldness, his voice sounds funny, and he loves caffeine. In other words, he’s cool. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance was fun but I didn’t like dancing with guys that were such noobs at leading. Lol. They couldn’t lead at all. We did the cha cha and I wanted to be spun around but no. *sigh* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physiology is SO boring. My head kept bobbing. X[ I know Keisha was getting sleepy too because she kept rubbing her eyes. Haha. There’s never any notes to take. I swear. “You don’t have to write this down. I’m just showing you.” UGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. Since I didn’t have to drive, I got some more sleep in the car! Yayuh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, 2nd day of school? Not so bad except for Physiology. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[fin]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-2366588015865032415?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/2366588015865032415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/09/day-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/2366588015865032415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/2366588015865032415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/09/day-2.html' title='Day 2.'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-1216048025887904231</id><published>2008-09-02T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T15:51:05.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School.</title><content type='html'>I went to school super early because I wanted to practice driving to school (so I could get used to it, you know). Jess had class at 9 and my class started at 6. So I pretty much stayed in the Student Union all day. John bumped into me and hung out with me for a bit until he went to a meeting. I beat his arse at Tetris 4-0. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle bumped into me also. She told me of her awkward encounter with someone and we wondered why he acted so. Funny thing is, he bumped into me also and didn’t act strangely at all. I wanted to chat with him but I was distracted with my DS. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Jess had her 1 hour break and we video cammed with Ron. It was funny because Jess and I were talking, singing and dancing and doing all these weird things and people started staring at us like we were crazy. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jess left, I was like “Uh Ron. I’m gonna stop web camming because I’m talking to my laptop.” Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jess was on her 2 hour break, John came back and Daniel bumped into us too. From then on, it was all DS. :D Mostly Tetris and Mario Kart. I owned at Tetris but FAILED at Mario Kart. :( As we were chatting, turns out I have social dance with Daniel on Mondays and Wednesdays. He said he might drop the class though. Then it came time when all of them had to go to class and I was alone once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent most of the day sitting there, watching my TV shows and chatting online. I was fine just as long as I had my TV shows. :) lol. Every time I laughed, people around me would look at me. haha. Anyways, I really needed to go pee at one point but I didn’t want to pack everything up since Jess had left some of her things with me as well. X[ So I kindly asked the guy next to me "Um. Can you watch my stuff. I need to... pee... X["lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while I started getting really sleepy so I walked to my car, got a towel, and took a nap on the grass. :P Ish called me and he came over and hung out for a bit. Nice chatting with you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finally had my lab, it lasted about 45 minutes and I was outta there. lol. We were supposed to go over some material but an alarm went off. hehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess and I ate at Niko Niko afterwards. I thought I was hungry but I guess not because I didn’t really eat that much. I was just really, REALLY tired. haha. Then it was time to drive back home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I got home I just knocked out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that... was my first day of school. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[fin]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-1216048025887904231?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/1216048025887904231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-day-of-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/1216048025887904231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/1216048025887904231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School.'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-9127608093927758413</id><published>2008-09-01T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T15:49:53.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day…</title><content type='html'>Before school starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crepes &amp; Cue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Silly Matt &amp; Ron trying to be gangsta. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I was expecting it to be just me, Jess, Jean, Ron, Stace, &amp; Nikki but more people were unexpectedly added to the list. Chris called, saying that Stace invited him. Ron texted, telling me to tell Jerry about it. Then Stace texted, saying that Jerry was going to pick up Matt. Haha. So it ended up being me, Chris, Jess, Jean, Ron, Stace, Nikki, Jerry, &amp; Matt. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to our favorite crepe place, which is no longer our secret since we keep bringing people there. :P Chris had to drive because my dad wasn’t finished waxing my car (ty daddy). It’s always an adventure driving with Chris behind the wheel. It’s like, once you step into his car, you’ll never know if you’ll make it back out alive. Haha. Him and his fast lane switching, and turns. I always had to close my eyes so I wouldn’t be scared but I guess I’m getting used to his driving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Why are they praying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good place to go to for our last day of summer break. A nice place to just eat, relax and hang out. And for the second time in my life, I DIDN’T get a dessert crepe. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt a bit left out though, because I spent much of my time with Chris since he had decided to shy away. I think he did that because he didn’t expect us to be such a large group. Poor Chrissy. Anyways, I beat his arse at connect 4! He never won. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, our group was rather separated. Chris &amp; I. Nikki, Stacey &amp; Jerry. Ron, Matt &amp; Jess. So thank goodness we brought the cards out and played the animal game. Lol. Fun times as always. So many “us” animals. Tyrannosaurus, snuffalopogus, hippopotamus, rhinoceros, and then there was the outcast bumblebee which was Jess. So much confusion! It was awesome. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/03.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww. We all have our own little cartoon character except for Matt. :( All he has is a flower on his penis. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly Jess kept looking outside the window to see if Jean would walk in. “Look Jess! There he is!” someone would yell. And she would turn towards the door with excitement in her eyes, expecting the love of her life to walk in. They said it so many times and yet she fell for it every time. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeany boy finally arrived when Jess, Nikki, Chris, and I went to get boba. He was hiding behind a car when he called Jess. “I can hear you! Where are you!?” X[ haha. They’re so cute! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after playing games and eating crepes, we went to take cue pictures for the last time (for summer, that is). Chris decided not to join us. He just stepped outside to smoke. :/ It was Matt’s first time and I’d say he was rather excited. It was really hot in there. So many people packed into one, tiny room, of course we would start to get all sweaty. It was funny because Ron was wearing pretty much the EXACT same thing he wore the last time we took cue pictures. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that’s about it. The last day of summer. We all took our time to hug everyone and say goodbye. It made me really sad because I knew that I wouldn’t be seeing a lot of them for a very long time. I love those kids. I’m really going to miss them and they have no idea. X[ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* Until next time, goodbye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/04.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww! Ron &amp; Matt! Such a handsome couple they make! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I’m wondering why the heck our video got so many views in only a few days. Who the heck is watching it!? I didn’t even show it to that many people. X[ Damn them if they’re spreading it like wildfire. &gt;:[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I’ve seen it so many times that I kind of don’t find it as funny anymore. So sad. :( I still smile at the funny parts, but not laugh. Maybe in a month or two, I will laugh once more. haha. And I still skip through my scenes every time I watch it. I’m still very much embarrassed. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. So about those goals I set for myself at the beginning of summer…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- go to the beach at least 3 times&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i’m surprised at how many times i went and how dark i got. even more surprising is that not ONCE did i go to redondo. o_O&lt;br /&gt;06-20-08[surfrider beach w/xtia &amp; stace]&lt;br /&gt;07-12-08[hermosa beach w/the j crew (jess-jean-john)]&lt;br /&gt;07-18-08[huntington beach w/the short ones (car-zen-ann) &amp; jc &amp; xtia]&lt;br /&gt;08-05-08[santa monica w/the cousins &lt;3]&lt;br /&gt;08-07-08[venice beach w/ jess, jean, ron, michelle, marvin, &amp; jed]&lt;br /&gt;08-08-08[santa monica w/xtia &amp; stace]&lt;br /&gt;08-15-08[stacey’s birthday @ dockweiler beach w/bonfire]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- read at least 3 books &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[i’ve only  read one and that was at the beginning of summer. :( ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- finish at least 1 DS game &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[i finished the legend of zelda: phantom hourglass]&lt;br /&gt;[i SHOULDA started final fantasy also, but i forgot i had it. -_-]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- go clubbing &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 06-13-08[level 3 w/xtia, marie, stace, nikki, &amp; ron]&lt;br /&gt; 06-28-08[avalon w/xtia &amp; stace]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- pass my summer classes &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nutrition [for ALL the tests, i only studied 30 mins before class and i still ended up with a B]&lt;br /&gt;speech [too easy &amp; it was fun. she sent me an email saying i got an A but on the website it said i got a B. i emailed her about it but she never changed it. jerk. -_- ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- exercise more &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; [i did at first (running&amp;tennis), then i stopped running because i didn’t want the construction workers to stare at me and i stopped playing tennis because of summer school.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- have at least 3 parties, maybe 4 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; sadly, only one. but plenty of times my friends came over to hang out. :)&lt;br /&gt;08-21-08[party with long beach people]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- learn something new&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[learned how to cook a couple of things.] &lt;br /&gt;[learned some things at summer school. :P]&lt;br /&gt;[learned how to drive on the freeway.]&lt;br /&gt;[learned that i love badminton (renamed “tennis cocker”) &amp; i love body boarding (note: i need a new one because mine broke in half)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- gain weight &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; [i lost 2 pounds! o_O so sad!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- go to universal &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; [went, i think… 3 times? SO tired of that place now. never again will i buy a year pass.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- go to disneyland &amp; 6 flags &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; [didn’t go to disneyland. :( maybe i’ll go during winter.]&lt;br /&gt; [went to six flags 3 times. :) i even bought a year pass. haha. i’ll NEVER tire of this place!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- go to the tofu festival &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; [oh em gee! they stopped the tofu festival! :( i was SO looking forward to it. *sigh*]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- watch all those new movies that are out &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent SO much money on movies this summer! X[&lt;br /&gt;[speed racer]&lt;br /&gt;[wall-e]&lt;br /&gt;[hancock]&lt;br /&gt;[don’t mess with the zohan]&lt;br /&gt;[journey to the center of the earth] SUCKED!&lt;br /&gt;[hellboy 2]&lt;br /&gt;[the dark knight] &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;[step brothers]&lt;br /&gt;[pineapple express]&lt;br /&gt;[tropic thunder]&lt;br /&gt;[mirrors] psh.&lt;br /&gt;[death race]&lt;br /&gt;[iron man] for free! thanks mike!&lt;br /&gt;and movies that i watched online…&lt;br /&gt;[get smart]&lt;br /&gt;[wanted]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- get a job &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[didn’t happen because summer classes were from 7 to 4]&lt;br /&gt;[and during fall, i want to focus on my classes- anatomy, physio, philosophy- i’m gonna die.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- learn how to drive on the freeway &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i’ve been practicing now that i have my own, new car named “the duckmobile” by jess. :P&lt;br /&gt;[drove home from the beach]&lt;br /&gt;[drove to chris’s house]&lt;br /&gt;[drove to kevin’s house]&lt;br /&gt;[FINALLY drove to long beach]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think I did very well on achieving my goals and I feel like I should have set up more of them. Darn. I simply did not have the time. Well, that plus I kind of forgot that I even made the list. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, first week of school, here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[fin]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-9127608093927758413?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/9127608093927758413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/09/last-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/9127608093927758413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/9127608093927758413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/09/last-day.html' title='Last Day…'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-7486422514139251299</id><published>2008-08-30T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T15:47:44.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mike &amp; Justin.</title><content type='html'>You know who I really miss…?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike &amp; Justin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were always such a blast to hang out with. That Christmas was one of the best because of them since I haven’t seen them in forever. We were always laughing and playing games, Justin’s Wii. I know the others might not agree with me but I enjoyed that Christmas. I was happy that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Mike can be mean sometimes, but you’ll always know that there’s a sensitive, sweet guy in there.  He’s always making people laugh. *sigh* Mr. Walk to Remember. Haha.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, at tito Roland’s birthday party, I just hung out with Mike the whole time. Just talking and catching up. I haven’t seen or spent time with Mike since my birthday, and I BARELY spent time with him on my birthday since he came late. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/l_6658d29b305e594f2eab25a8a8129c14.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly didn’t expect him to walk up to me and start talking to me. I guess… at every party I feel like “Oh. He’s too cool. He wouldn’t talk to me.” But he did. He lives such an interesting life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about our plans and what we’ve been up to. He told me of his San Fran trip with choir people and how he slept in his car. I told him of how I was about to go to San Fran but things didn’t work out. We talked about movies and such. His favorite part in Knocked Up was when the guys ate shrooms and they were in the hotel room when Pete stuck his fist into his mouth and said “It tastes like rainbow!” lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s awesome that he’s gotten into tennis, just like most of the cousins (Justin, Gevie, Sandy, Anty, Me). The way he talked, I feel like Mike will beat my ass in tennis, even though I’ve been playing longer. He said that he started playing the beginning of this year and that he’s been playing every other day, which is awesome. Poor Mike’s leg was messed up so he hasn’t played in a while. Poor cripple. He’s “addicted” to tennis. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played badminton on the street for a bit. “It’s a LOT different than tennis.” He said. lol. He sucked but I guess it was because of his leg. :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear that boy is a frickin chimney. He just did NOT stop smoking. He said that he smokes a pack a day. :/ It made me wonder how the heck he could play tennis when he can’t get ANY oxygen. He said that he even smokes while playing sometimes. Whoa dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike wanted to play tennis on the Wii. We first played Rockband. Mr. MMDrummerboy was on the drums of course. Kevin was on the guitar. And the jerks stuck me with the mic. Some of the songs, I didn’t even know how they went and even with the lyrics there, it was still hard! X[ But thank goodness they started choosing songs that I knew. Like Say it Ain’t So and Maps. &lt;3 It was really fun. Sadly, Mike, who owns a set of drums, didn’t do so well on the drums. LOL. STILL fun though. My mom kept coming by saying “Let’s go!” and I would reply with “One more song! XD” I said that 2 times. hehehe. Mom came by again wanting to go home. “Wait. One tennis game! XD”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we stopped playing Rockband and I played a tennis match with Mike. I, of course, beat his noob ass! Hee hee hee. “Cheater!” is what he would say every time he lost a point. :P I won 3-1. :) Then I had to leave. I hugged him and said goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really nice spending time with him. I missed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin! I haven’t seen you since my birthday, either! I think it was 2 weeks ago, the last time I saw him since my birthday. There was a party at his house because his mom was going to the PI with nanay. At first I just hung out with Chris in the living room when I heard Justin leave his room to take a shower. I decided that I wanted to scare him so I hid. I waited and waited and DAMN does that boy take long showers! I was hiding behind his door for like 30 minutes! I heard him come out of the bathroom and I prepared myself. He walked in and I screamed “BOOOOOOOOOO!” and he continued walking and just stared at me like I was crazy. -_- &lt;br /&gt;“You didn’t get scared!?”&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t get scared…”&lt;br /&gt;“But I waited for like… 30 minutes! It’s not fair!”&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I chatted with him for a bit, asking him what he planned on doing next semester. He let me draw with his tablet, only making me want one of my own even more! X[ It was fun. We started watching Freaks and Geeks. I only kind of remember watching it as a child. Justin kept talking about a movie called Grandma’s Boy where pretty much everyone from Freaks and Geeks were in it. Don’t remember that movie a t all… Freaks and Geeks was pretty funny, pretty good. Justin started burning the show for me but dang it I had to leave because we were going to the airport. I asked him if he could burn all of them for me but he just told me to download it. -_- Jerk. I liked spending time with him that day… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember in like freshman year we were tennis partners or something. I’m not really sure. But we kind of bonded in that way. But then I remember that we were playing a tournament with the whole class and I made us lose. You were so angry that you threw your racket on the ground. After that you didn’t speak to me… and that really hurt. It was so long ago but yeah…  It was just a game you know… Then I got a new partner and I played much better and we had another tournament and we made it almost to the top and you were like “How come NOW you play better?” well it was because I wasn’t afraid of my partner because he wouldn’t get mad if I missed a shot. :P I’m not really sure what brought this up but I guess it was this… we had a chance to bond again as cousins and you let me down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok well past is past and I was really glad that you started talking to me again during our junior year. It was fun talking to you about Ms. Watt and how much we hated her and how she hated us and stuff like that. And how much we LOATHED that STUPID summer reading of &lt;i&gt;Into the Wild&lt;/i&gt;. Then how we had to read the book all over again… CHAPTER by CHAPTER analyzing every frickin line!!! The madness of it all! And annotating! We always had to annotate all those frickin papers! But hey. At least you passed the AP test. Then those good ol’ times in APUSH and how we brought our Pokemon cards during the last days of school. Oh and the marshmallow pop corn! :) Then there was Spanish 3 but I don’t think we talked much in that class. Lol. I just remember you copying my homework every once in a while. Sorry about the whole top ramen hair thing. But it was true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senior year. I miss hanging out with you in APES, playing cards with Anthony and Allen, telling each other stories and stuff like that. Like how nanay would try to escape my house. And you would always suggest some good music to me. Thanks for that. :) Then there was you making fun of Anthony any chance you got. Those were some good times. Then we graduated and we never heard from you again. Well not really but I mean geez, I wanted at least one picture with you when we graduated. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I miss those guys. I really do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[fin]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-7486422514139251299?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/7486422514139251299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/08/mike-justin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/7486422514139251299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/7486422514139251299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/08/mike-justin.html' title='Mike &amp; Justin.'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-8119462392735669372</id><published>2008-08-29T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T15:46:42.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Friday of Freedom.</title><content type='html'>My day started off with an eye exam in Pasadena. It took about 2 hours. I’m getting new glasses because my insurance doesn’t cover new contacts. :( *sigh* I suppose I’ll get contacts next year or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my appointment, I picked up Ron since I was already in his area. Let’s see. We went to Target, me to print out some pictures and Ron to buy a lock for his locker at the gym. We picked up Jess and went back to my place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played a bit o ping pong on the long table. Can’t believe how tiring ping pong can be. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went through ALL the music on my computer and Jess painted Ron’s nails pink. HOT metallic pink, to be exact. lol. Just what he wanted. That pink lover. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/0RonsNails.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun fun! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess started to fix my nails and I started to draw on Ron’s arm. It started with just a banana-monkey but Ron wanted more. So I made a nice chain. :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/0ronstat.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Jess was cleaning my nails, she cut too deep and my thumb started bleeding. And it continued to bleed… and bleed… lol. It’s ok Jess. It’s healing up nicely. I didn’t really want her to finish fixing my nails after that incident. So only one of my hands has nice nails, while the other… not so much. Haha. I hope no one notices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ron tried to draw on me as well, but he horribly failed. Jess had to take over. I think she did a nice job. :) Nice and artsy. Sadly, Jess didn’t finish it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/0mytat.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean came over and we went out to buy some drinks. Before we left the house I was like “Mommy! Look! We painted Ron’s nails! XD They’re pink!” haha. This only confirmed my mom’s suspicions that Ron is gay. Hee hee hee. Probably, when she heard that, she thought to herself “I knew it! I freaking knew it!” lol. Anyways, we went back to Target because the lock Ron bought was too small and I wanted to pick up my pictures. At Super A, Jess and I were trying to get out since, for some reason, Super A chains up the lines that aren’t in use so that people can’t get out. I tried to squeeze through the turnstile and I got stuck. The bag boy was laughing at me and this guy that wanted to get in stood there, annoyed. :( It was funny though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/0batmobile.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bat mobile outside of Super A. :P&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to my house and started up a movie, Black Knight. Jess was like “Wow! Finally, a movie that Ron HASN’T seen.” :P We ate pizza &amp; ice cream. :’d Yummeh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesh see… After the movie, we started filming our music video for the Ding Dong Song by Gunther. We copied bits and pieces from the original music video (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mbk6kExKf2Q). I’ll only show you the video if I want to, or if you ask me. I do NOT want to post it up publicly. Too embarrassing. X[ But here’s a picture from the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/0banana.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean was just TOO hilarious in the video. G’job Jean. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We filmed for about 2 hours, maybe more. It was SO fun. We were cracking up so bad. It was really hard to keep a straight face, I swear. And my scene, it took FOREVER! Maybe 10 or more tries. I just couldn’t remember the damn lines. And it was SO easy too! “You tease me. Oh please me. I want you to be my lovetoy. Come near me. Don’t fear me. I just can’t get enough of you boy.” I mean, how easy is that!? We had to change angles multiple times because I couldn’t say the whole thing in one take. -_- &lt;br /&gt;Fracking guys “Stef! Be sexy!”&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t KNOW how to be sexy!”&lt;br /&gt;“Look!” *grabs SpongeBob toy *“Pretend to seduce SpongeBob!” &lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;Jess did a pretty dang good job, though. It only took her 3 tries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear. Pretty much EVERYONE I showed it to, their reactions were "wow." -_- For the last time I'm not naked! &gt;:[ But I'm glad that everyone thought it was funny. Me so happy. But I'm still very much embarrassed. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After filming, we took a break. Jess started drawing on Jean and I continued drawing on Ron. Here you go.  I think I did a pretty good job. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/0IDraw.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Jean in the back. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/0jeanstat.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream. Nicely done, Jess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/0jeanstar.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pwetty stars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/0itachi.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn’t know I was drawing Itachi(his fav) for him because he was half asleep. Psh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=" http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/0nails.jpg "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And SINCE he was half asleep, I drew on his nails. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=" http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/0RonsTattoo.jpg "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My AWESOME dragon! XD At first he kept complaining “It looks like a worm!” Jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=" http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/0sasuke.jpg "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also wanted a fairy. So I found one online of Sasuke or Emosuke as Ron calls him. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src= "http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/0tralala.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phrase that was stuck in our heads by the end of the night. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finished drawing, we started a game of Life: Pirates of the Caribbean. We were all so sure that Jess was gonna win since she had Jack Sparrow, but she didn’t. I knew right from the start that I wasn’t going to win. lol. I had the least amount of money, I bought the second most expensive ship, AND I had the least amount of life tiles. :( Surprisingly, Ron won and not by that much, a couple hundred. Poor Jessy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/0lifee.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the game, they kinda knocked out. Well, not really. I guess they were sleepy? Lol. I mean, it WAS 4 am. I wasn’t very sleepy so I suggested that we put on a movie to help us fall asleep. I popped in Shanghai Knights. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src= "http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/0sleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There they are… Semi knocked out. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started dozing off, still able to hear the movie in the background, eyes getting heavy. Suddenly I just woke up and noticed that everyone else was sleeping. I stopped the movie, cleaned up a bit, turned off all the lights, and fell asleep next to Jess. It was 5am. We’ve been hanging out for 12 hours straight… and it was AWESOME. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the boys started snoring so I went to my nice, comfy, bed in my nice, comfy room. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s not the end, though. My mom woke me up at 9! Fracking 9! X[ She made pancakes for breakfast. I noticed that there weren’t enough for everyone so I settled for an apple and banana. Yay healthyness! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to finish Shanghai Knights and right after they popped in Shanghai Noon. :P I bought some El Pollo Loco for lunch. Om nom nom. Right when the movie ended, I had finished editing our music video. I presented it to them and I made copies. I dropped Ron and Jess off at around 4 or 5. So that means we all hung out for a whole 24 hours. Pretty dang fun if you ask me. :) Thanks for an awesome time. Sadly, we probably won’t be seeing each other for a VERY long time and that makes me sad. I’ll miss you guys! X[….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. That’s it. My last Friday/Saturday of freedom. Well there was a family party for tito Roland’s birthday (which was fun too) but I’ll talk about that later. But yeah. I had a pretty good last week of freedom. Thanks to everyone that made it so. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, since I had to upload the videos for our music video from Jess’s memory card, I also took some pictures from Jean’s birthday. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/0peelskin.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was peeling Ron’s sunburnt skin. Eww…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/0jeansbday.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/0sand-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a mountain/back rest. :P Poor Jessy’s ice cream got ruined. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/0jeany.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wuv him. &lt;3 Well, Ron loves him more. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/0parteh.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cards = Life of the Party. No lie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/0stefy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sober Steffy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[fin.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-8119462392735669372?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/8119462392735669372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/08/final-friday-of-freedom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/8119462392735669372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/8119462392735669372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/08/final-friday-of-freedom.html' title='Final Friday of Freedom.'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-5546715981685677048</id><published>2008-08-28T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T15:44:18.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Long Beach.</title><content type='html'>I wanted to practice driving to LB, for once. Jess was my navigator. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Although, there was one point where I was fiddling with my ipod and the car started merging into the left lane without me knowing. Haha. Ergh. Yeah. Jess’ll be riding with me for the first week so I can get used to driving to LB. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We picked up Michelle and went back and forth from Aida’s to school to buy our books for class. My total turned out to be more than $500 and Jess’s was over $600. o_O And on top of the books, I also had to buy a parking permit.  -_- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we finished our book business, we went to Michelle’s apartment. It seemed like forever since the last time Jess &amp; I were there. And I finally got back my gray flats that I left there. XD Haha. Michelle said that they were behind the couch for the longest time. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marvin &amp; Michelle brought us to this dim sum place in Westminster. It was deeelish but the waiters were a bit rude. I didn’t think I was going to eat that much but I actually ate a lot. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we went to this place called Znows, a Mexican ice cream shop. All of us got mango with chili (lucas) except for jess who got mango with caramel. It was soooo good. XD It was a really cool place. Nice and chill. It reminded me of the crepe place Genkai Living, in Arcadia. Nice atmosphere. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/0znows.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Joy" says the cup. "Om nom nom!" says I. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to buy Alex and Kyle some ice cream and visit them at work. Hehe. We only gave them one spoon so that the lovers could enjoy it together. ;) Wow. We haven’t seen Kyle or Alex in forever. Not since Michelle’s birthday, and we didn’t spend that much time with them that day, either. :/ It was cool seeing them again. Jess &amp; I drew all over their whiteboard. Hehe. And goodness, they call THAT work? All they did was sit around and go online and stuff. I saw Kyle wrap up a package, but he just ended up kicking it around with Alex. Haha. Silly boys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/0whiteboard.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the drawing of Kyle and Alex feeding each other ice cream. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the warehouse, they had a bowflex and a bunch of bikes. Geez am I weak. I could barely pull the bowflex. -_- Bleh. Jess and Marvin tried to ride the bike but the seat was too high for them. haha. When Marvin had a go at it, the seat looked like it was ramming up his arse. :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun. We showed them the Ding Dong Song music video. They were singing “Ohhh. You touch my tra la la” by the time we said goodbye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we visited Mike who was working at the movie theater. He was the manager so he got us in for free. XD Thanks Mike! I finally watched Iron Man. FINALLY. Lol. I loved it! X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom called so it was time to drive back to L.A. Whoopeee! Lol. The drive back home wasn’t bad either. I hung out at Jess’s place for a bit to eat dinner and plan out our last Friday of freedom. We wanted to go clubbing but pretty much everyone I asked just couldn’t make it. So we just decided on a sleepover. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[fin.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-5546715981685677048?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/5546715981685677048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/08/to-long-beach.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/5546715981685677048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/5546715981685677048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/08/to-long-beach.html' title='To Long Beach.'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-7056612911398194415</id><published>2008-08-27T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T15:37:45.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>With Chris &amp; Anty</title><content type='html'>Anty &amp; I drove to Chris’s place to hang out. I never realized how far Chris had to drive every time he came over to hang out with me. Poor Chrissy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/0anty.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest Anty. I have no idea why she wore that wrap. It was fracking hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to get my haircut but the place Chris brought us to said that they didn’t cut short hair. Like WTF??? But it was ok. I think I need to grow my hair out a little bit more before I cut it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Topanga mall, walked around, and bought a couple of things. I FINALLY got a skinny black tie! XD It was fun. I bought them pretzels. Om nom. :) Then we tried to look for shoe laces for Chris but we were unsuccessful. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/0Chris.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris shmoking. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/2008/0ChrisStef.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we went back to Chris’s place and we walked to the boba place nearby. We argued about whether or not Chris’s shortcut was, indeed, a shortcut because Anty and I both agreed that it seemed like a longer route. Anyways, I bought them boba and we walked back to Chris’s to watch movies. We were torn between watching The Mummy and Blade Trinity. We decided on Blade because Chris wanted to see Jessica Biel and Anty &amp; I wanted to see Ryan Reynolds. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home at 10. It was a fun day. Happy happy! Joy joy! :) Love you guys! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[fin.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-7056612911398194415?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/7056612911398194415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/08/with-chris-anty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/7056612911398194415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/7056612911398194415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/08/with-chris-anty.html' title='With Chris &amp; Anty'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-4421971525376401898</id><published>2008-08-24T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T15:36:14.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jean's 21st Birthday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src= "http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/k2am.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still awake at 2am right after Jean's party. The reason for the seashells and Flounder is because we went to the Venice Beach today and I didn't take any pictures. lol.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 6 to get ready for the beach. 6 freaking AM. lol. I got to Jess's house by 8. We had to pick up a number of people. Kaycee, Ron, Paolo. So sad that Jean has to drive on his birthday but I guess he's used to it. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paolo said to me "This is the first time you're chilling with me, huh? So you're sarcastic, I'm weird... I don't think we're gonna get along." haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water was frickin cold but we got used to it in time. We couldn't feel our feet. :P There were so many surfers there. You could tell they were all noobs because most of them would wipe out at the weakest of waves. And sadly, the waves weren't that great, but it was enough to satisfy me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess was making the Ice Cream logo in the sand. It was amazing how perfect she was making it. Really nice stuff. Sadly, the waves came before she was even finished, before she even took a picture of it. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I wanted to make just a regular castle instead of a duck or turtle. Major FAIL! :( The sand I was using was too dry and adding water didn't help that much. *sigh* I declared my project a mountain and called it a day. I ended up using it as a back rest. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the beach, we went to Mt. St. Mary's to pick up Paolo's girlfriend. She was moving into her dorm. I remembered Christia saying that she was moving back on Saturday as well so I tried calling her. I gave up because I swear, there is NO reception at all up there! They sure have a nice view, though. lol. Anyways, we were walking to Andrea's dorm when I heard a car beep and a familiar voice yell "Stephannie!!!" haha. I quickly turned and yelled back "Christiaaaaaaa!!!" I had to keep walking because the others were leaving me so I just waved goodbye. Such a coincidence that Christia just happened to be driving up the hill as we were crossing the street. We bumped into her once more when Andrea was showing us around her dorm. Another concidence that Christia just HAPPENED to live in the same building. haha. Then yet AGAIN, as we were leaving, we saw Christia carrying things to her dorm with her brother. Destiny I tell you! haha. Yeah, I thought that was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess, Ron and I had buy Jean's gift, bags, wrapping paper and cakes. Ron and I got Jean some black converse, which he has been wanting for a while but Jess had yet to buy it for him. Jess got ube cake from Goldilocks and red velvet ice cream cake from Coldstone. Yummeh! I dropped Jess &amp; Ron off, drove home, quickly showered, threw on a dress, and drove back to Jess's so we could go to Jean's together. We were all STARVING and couldn't wait to get to Jean's. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BIG 21! Ya know what that means!? Drinks! haha. We were the first ones at Jean's house. He told us 6 so we CAME at 6! Then when we got there he said 7. haha. A little late for that. So we helped Jean buy his drinks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was funny how Jean was opening gifts, pretending to be surprised. You should see the pictures. It was like O.O "a sweater!!" ^o^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people were SO dang messy with their alcohol. Spilling all over the place. I didn't drink that much. Only to the point where I was semi-buzzed. Those who were drunk were rather entertaining. Sarah was druuuuunk. Crazy drunk. So much laughing. Oh so much. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, the cards and DSs provided entertainment. haha. At first we were just playing pusoy dos for shots but we later moved on to playing the animal game so that more people could play. Sarah was always asking us what animal we were and would say "youuu!" every time. It was funny. Albert was funny too. He had trouble pronouncing platypus. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandy picked us up and we dropped off Jess and Ron home. It was a VERY long day and tomorrow they'll be at work, and I'll be hanging out with my cousins. haha. Had fun today. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. And one more thing... Ron is "just like them." o_O I had no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;082408&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src= "http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/antynails.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anty did my nails. You likey? lol.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I watched Death Race with the cousins. The movie wasn't bad. It was entertaining. Anty was being her silly self, making odd comments every now and then, saying things like "No! Don't do that!" or "You killed his wife!" Pretty funny but I think the guy sitting in front of us wanted to tell her to shut up. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate out and went back to my place to hang out. We watched Atonement and Anty did my nails. :) Black &amp; green. After they left, I started to watch Spaced and I realized that a lot of the things John said at my party were from the show. Too bad I had only watched the first episode before the party, otherwise I would've laughed. haha. oh wells. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more week of freedom. Must enjoy it while it lasts! X]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[fin]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-4421971525376401898?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/4421971525376401898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/08/jeans-21st-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/4421971525376401898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/4421971525376401898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/08/jeans-21st-birthday.html' title='Jean&apos;s 21st Birthday.'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-9107824895115181395</id><published>2008-08-22T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T15:34:58.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src= "http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/8am.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 am the morning after and I'm doing A OK. lol... kinda.&lt;br&gt;Well, actually my head and tummy hurt, I'm pretty sleepy, and I'm hungry. :&lt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my little party with my Long Beach buddies. I haven't seen most of them all summer. Sadness. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told them to come at 2 but they came at 4 which was fine since we still had some cooking to do. Mmmm. Spam musubi... Om nom nom. Also had some grilled hamburgers, fish and meat. John brought some pork buns and sesame balls (my fav) from china town. Jess bought a pizza. I now notice that all I ate last night was a pork bun, a bite of spam musubi (since Ron ate the rest of it :( ) and some meat. So much food and that's all I ate!? Sadness. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched Silent Hill, Ron's choice, and at the end, poor Jess started to cry and was scared to go home. :/ It's ok Jess. No monsters shall get you while you sleep. Acutally, I'm pretty surprised that Jess lasted the whole movie. I thought she would just get up and go outside or something but she actually watched it. Good job Jess! Scary movies only from now on.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was different from the dream because we were alone in the dark and there weren't people laughing and staring. lol. But it was very nice. haha. I don't even know how long it lasted. And that's all I have to say about that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I beat Jean and Ron's asses at ping pong. Ron was trying to be all fancy with his spins and crap but I still won. :) When I did a rematch with Jean, he beat my arse because HE started to be all fancy shmancy too. &gt;:P Good game guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played this board game where you were given a subject and you had to think of words that started with a certain letter that were related to that subject. Twas fun. Silly Phillip kept saying "boobs." Same with Taboo. "BOOBS!" haha. Silly boy. We played up to 40. Our team A won. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see... we also played Operation which was a horrible failure. Shit's hard. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron used the term "pounce" to describe my behavior. haha. Silly boy. And why the heck did you take a video!? Jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie made a bet with me before the party started. All he said was "Hey Steph, you wanna make a bet?" I asked him what. All he had to do was make that look with a big smile and wide eyes, and nod his head and I already knew what he was thinking. He didn't have to say a word. We shook on it and the competition was on. And darn it I lost. :( Bye bye $2. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone left around 1 or 2. I don’t really remember. I was really worried about them driving. :/ I felt really bad that they all cleaned up the place while I was sleeping (or trying to) on the couch. Thanks you guys. Thanks for taking care of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src= "http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/sleepyron.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor noob had no ride home so he slept over&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So little sleep for Steffy. Woke up around 7 to clean up and bring Ron home. There wasn't that much to clean since the others had already done my work for me last night. Thanksies! :) On my way back, I got home 2 mins before my dad. Phew. Close one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom called asking if everyone was gone and if I was awake and such. Then she said "I need to talk to you." At that moment I was freaking out but it turned out that I misheard her and she just wanted to talk to my dad. haha. Paranoid much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun. Hope everyone else did too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean was hilarious. Saying stupid shit and doing stupid shit like dancing with the stuffed Spiderman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd I'm tired.  More stories I suppose, but I'm too lazy now. I've been sleeping most of the day. And I think I'll sleep s'more. :) night night everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quick thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I hate about chatting online is that sometimes people can never tell if you're being serious or sarcastic. It sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[fin]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-9107824895115181395?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/9107824895115181395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/08/party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/9107824895115181395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/9107824895115181395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/08/party.html' title='Party.'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-4212337506469658812</id><published>2008-08-20T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T15:31:31.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Flags.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/0000.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dive Devils with Stacey and Ron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Ron could only fly with one hand since Stace wouldn't let go of his other arm. :( It was awesome being 150ft up in the air, heart pounding, waiting for Stacey to pull that damn string. haha. We even bought the dvd just for the heck of it. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of this year was my first time going to Six Flags. I've gone a total 4 times since then. haha. Am I addicted? Perhaps I am. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I went with Stace, Jerry, Ron, Matt, Feliz &amp; two other people (their names escape me :/). A nice, even number of 8. Stace was my riding buddy. :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only waited in line for X2, Tatsu, and Deja Vu. Everything else was smooth sailing. :)In those three lines, we entertained ourselves by playing games. Sadly, nearly everyone knew the Bang, who's dead? game. And we also played Black Magic and this one funny game where you make noises and slap each other's hands. I think the people waiting in front of us were annoyed. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun. Nearly all of us bought super hero capes, mainly batman. :P My head hurt at the end of the day but it was all worth it. :) I might go one more time before school starts, but I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm having a party tomorrow with my Long Beach buddies. Those people better not eff up my house! &gt;:[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[fin]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-4212337506469658812?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/4212337506469658812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/08/six-flags.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/4212337506469658812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/4212337506469658812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/08/six-flags.html' title='Six Flags.'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-4388947795461642144</id><published>2008-08-18T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T15:29:57.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src= "http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/1am.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. That's me at 1am. Messy hair, eyeliner still on, and a facial expression I can't describe. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Yoshi by my bed, given to me by my best friend, Jess. And the brown bear in front of Yoshi was given to me by my dear friend Sasha who passed away a few years back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not tired. Not at all.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know I have a lot of toys.&lt;br /&gt;No, I won't get rid of them.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have a single track trophy which I am rather proud of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just me, Chris, and Kevin today. Anty was at Sea World with the family. bleh. We took Kevin to H&amp;M to help him pick out some new clothes. Hey! They have nice stuff there ok! And it's CHEAP too. lol. Kevin got some nice threads and so did Chris, who bought me a shirt. Thank you sir. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we watched Mirrors. Stupid movie but we had some laughs and scares. When it was over we were all saying "KNEW we shoulda watched Star Wars!" hahaha. They all blamed it on me because they made ME decide what movie to watch. I only said Mirrors because Chris doesn't even LIKE Star Wars. I knew both me and Kevin were down to watch Star Wars but bleh! Darn it, Steph! Anyways, after that we were about to play some tennis cocker but it was too dark so we just hung out at my place. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rather proud of myself for today. Not ONE cigarette touched my lips. I only held one because Chris asked me to hold it for him while he did a dance move. lol. He offered me one numerous times today. I refused. I'm on my way. :) Healthy lungs FTW!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also ate plenty of fruits and veggies today. An apple, some cawwots, a banana. lol. It's not much, but it's a start. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a little bit o' exercise this morning too. YAY! So happy! But let's see how long I'll last. :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. Today, while Chris was smoking and we were all just standing my my car, chatting, Chris said "Pull your shirt down!" because my midriff was showing. So he grabbed my shirt and pulled down, revealing my bra! o_O He quickly turned away and screamed "NOOOO!" Kevin, too, was taken aback as he shielded his eyes from the sight of my breast! Goodness Chris! Can you be ANY more incestuous!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. Just kidding Chris! It was all an accident, I know. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many plans for the week. Oh, and I desperately need to practice driving to Long Beach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[fin.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-4388947795461642144?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/4388947795461642144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/4388947795461642144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/4388947795461642144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-day.html' title='First Day.'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-4237650298245226657</id><published>2008-08-17T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T15:33:15.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mornings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src= "http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/morning.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the sun shines directly into my room in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I got the ginormous spoon and fork from the PI.&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't usually take off my eyeliner before I go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I sleep with my jeans on sometimes because I'm too lazy to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up unusually early today because dear Chris called me to make sure we were hanging out today. We're going to help Kevin pick out a new wardrobe &amp; we're going to watch a movie. Either Star Wars or Mirrors since we've already seen the movies that poor Kevin wanted to see. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days breakfast is a thing of the past because I wake up so darn late. Just brunch and dinner. *sigh* How do I expect to gain ANY weight if I continue this pattern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss eating breakfast. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to do in the morning. No one's ever online so I decided to upload some pictures and exercise for a bit (something I haven't done in a while). I think I'm going to start running again. It's better than wasting away in front of my laptop. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I bought some fruits and veggies. I want to change the way I eat. It's always fast food and soda and chips and candy. Not good at all. It's time for a change for the better. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been smoking way too much these days. :( Every night for the past week. It's hard to stop, especially when there is a pack at my disposal. Shame on you, Steph. You KNOW it's not good for you and yet you still do it. I could just throw the pack away and I'd be done with it. I think I will. Or I'll give it to Chris. I have trouble breathing nowadays so it would be awesome if I could just QUIT! I can do it. Stupid lungs. Stupid Steph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A morning survey... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does your myspace password have to do with a boy?&lt;br /&gt;+ nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small or big purses?&lt;br /&gt;+ big because I have a LOT of shiz to carry around :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep in your bra?&lt;br /&gt;+ sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you enjoy drama?&lt;br /&gt;+ drama movies, yes. drama in life, no. i try to avoid it as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you’re conceited?&lt;br /&gt;+ i’m not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you dress up on Halloween?&lt;br /&gt;+ i don’t remember if i did last year. was I a pirate again? meh. don’t remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you call anybody by their last name?&lt;br /&gt;+ no, but i did for a while when i was younger because that’s what they did in the harry potter movies. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you put on mascara without opening your mouth?&lt;br /&gt;+ never put on mascara before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think Los Alacranes are cute?&lt;br /&gt;+ huh? what? i have to google that. wtfudge? no… they’re not cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been called a bad influence?&lt;br /&gt;+ psh. no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyeliner or Mascara?&lt;br /&gt;+ i only use eyeliner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Eagle or Hollister?&lt;br /&gt;+ neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heels or flats?&lt;br /&gt;+ flats for every day. heels for special occasions or when i feel like it. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skirts or jeans?&lt;br /&gt;+ either one is fine. depends on the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Socks or leggings?&lt;br /&gt;+ socks. sometimes leggings make my legs itchy and sometimes when it’s cold, the leggings only make me colder for some reason. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heels or sneakers?&lt;br /&gt;+ sneakers are comfy. heels are smexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straight or Scrunched hair?&lt;br /&gt;+ straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoops or dangling earrings?&lt;br /&gt;+ don’t have hoops and i don’t want em. lol. i don’t want to look like a hoochie mama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer light or dark haired guys?&lt;br /&gt;+ both. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a best friend?&lt;br /&gt;+ yesm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;+ cool guy, fun to hang out with. but i shouldn’t like him for reasons i won’t be discussing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought of having plastic surgery?&lt;br /&gt;+ eww no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever walked into the guy's bathroom?&lt;br /&gt;+ at ST.Ds when our ball bounced in and no one would go in to get it. at starbucks when the lady in the woman’s restroom was taking forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever jumped in the pool with your clothes on?&lt;br /&gt;+ nopes. but I remember when mike did and then his dad gave him a spanking. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cried yourself to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;+ a couple times i think? i remember once when i woke up the next morning and i couldn’t open my eyes because they were crusted with some crap that made my eye lids stick together. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever not been able to get someone off of your mind?&lt;br /&gt;+ yeah. it sucked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wish you were famous?&lt;br /&gt;+ that’d be nice. lol. i wouldn’t have to work as much. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN A BOY:&lt;br /&gt;Cowboy or gangster?&lt;br /&gt;+ well, if I had to choose… gangster i suppose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preppy or Punk/Goth?&lt;br /&gt;+ actually, i wouldn’t mind either but preferably punk. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contacts or Glasses?&lt;br /&gt;+ i likes the glasses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny or Serious?&lt;br /&gt;+ i loves the funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romantic or Daredevil?&lt;br /&gt;+ both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute or Hot?&lt;br /&gt;+ both?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long or short hair?&lt;br /&gt;+ short please. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Dancer or Good Singer?&lt;br /&gt;+ either one’s fine by me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoker or non-smoker?&lt;br /&gt;+ non would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has a Motorcycle or Sports car?&lt;br /&gt;+ motorcycle sounds funnn!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[fin.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-4237650298245226657?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/4237650298245226657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2009/07/mornings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/4237650298245226657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/4237650298245226657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2009/07/mornings.html' title='Mornings.'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-2549851724445009851</id><published>2008-08-10T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T15:26:46.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beaches.</title><content type='html'>I… am… DARK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been going to the beach WAY too much lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday I went to Santa Monica with the cousins. On Thursday I went to Venice with Jess, Jean, Ron, &amp; Jed. And on Friday I went back to Santa Monica with Christia &amp; Stace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some reactions to my… darkness of skin. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I can’t look at you… You’re so black!”&lt;br /&gt;“Whoa you’re dark. You’re… dirty, dark.”&lt;br /&gt;“You’re almost as dark as April!” (April is my cousin who looks quite… no offense, African American. lol.)&lt;br /&gt;“Wow. You’re so orange!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too dark, Steph! TOO DARK!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever! I love the beach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beach Day #1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandy’s lover was supposed to come with us but he flaked out with the excuse of “I’m tired. It’s my day off. I don’t want to go.” or some crap like that. So what then? She picked him up in the morning, brought him to our house for an hour or two, and then just brought him back home?  He could’ve just slept at the beach if he was so damn tired. He’s pretty inconsiderate considering all the things that Sandy does for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just me, Sandy, Anty, and Chris. Kevin couldn’t come because his mom was still pissed at him for disobeying her when we went out to watch Stepbrothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandy tanned most of the time. They buried me and gave me Christia-sized boobs and a penis. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad that they don’t know how to body board because it is AWESOME when you do it right. I tried to teach them… but unfortunately, I’m a bad teacher. Lol. I’m glad they still had fun and that they were able to catch at least some good waves correctly. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the beach, we went back to Chris’s house to eat. Naturally, there was Neil playing his WoW as always. Chris kept on telling us about this hilarious comedy movie called Audition and he desperately wanted us to watch it. He’s a terrible liar. To no surprise it was an Asian horror flick. We all ruined the movie because we wouldn’t stop making stupid comments. :P At some point during the movie, Chris sat next to me and screamed, which made ME scream, which made Neil jump in his seat even though he wasn’t watching the movie and was playing his WoW. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the body boarding… bruises started to form on my stomach. Just a couple bruises but nothing big. Two near the ribs, and one on my belly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beach Day #2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I felt bad that they didn’t know how to body board but Jean and Jed did it right a couple of times so that was cool. Jean tried to use his own body as a body board because we saw a couple of guys doing it. Madness! It looked so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frickin Ron wouldn’t go in the water but at least I whooped that noob’s arse at Tetris and he helped me make my sand ducky! Me, Jed, and Ron teamed up to make our superdeeduper sand duck. We made a wall and a moat to protect our duck from the waves. Jed was hardcore, making the wall completely surround our duck. It was fun. It’s ALWAYS fun making things out of sand. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess just tanned, took pictures and read her book. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the drive back home after eating paninis, all was quiet in the car when I broke the silence with “Guys… I need to pee.” hahahaha. I was trying to hold it in until I got home but I couldn’t. Ron, the jerk, kept on saying “pee… pee…” as we searched for a gas station. So helpful he was. lol. Thank goodness we found one. I was about to change my mind about that bathroom because there was shit hanging from the side of the toilet. But this was an emergency!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the body boarding… my bruises turned into scratches. They were open wounds and they hurt like a bitch. You could tell that something was scraping at my body by the way the scratches looked. Taking a shower was horrible as the soap entered the wounds. Simply terrible. They look like a million small scratches clustered together. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beach Day #3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a Harry Potter marathon the night before. Christia brought us coffee and we also drank a bunch of Full Throttle to keep us awake. We ate pizza and Christia finished damn near half of it. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dozed off in the middle of Goblet of Fire. The others fell asleep not too long after me. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I went to my dentist and Stace, to her doctor, then we were off to Santa Monica!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We parked a couple blocks from the beach even though there was PLENTY of parking on the beach. -_- It wasn’t so bad though. Walking = good. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christia &amp; Stace wanted to be boring and tan. lol. I just wanted to body board and make another sand duck. I napped under my towel for a while because I didn’t want to get any darker. I tried to make another sand duck but I gave up when the beak kept breaking on me. :( I wish I had my team with me. Stace helped me for about 5 minutes then left. haha. I didn’t have a bucket so I was using a bowl to scoop up sand and stuff. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNEW it was a bad idea but… from the body boarding… my scratches worsened, they burned in the salty ocean water, and I got 3 more scratches. I know I shouldn’t have gone back in the water but I couldn’t resist. :( I lasted maybe 20 minutes in the water when I couldn’t handle the pain any longer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I must suffer the consequences. It’ll take a while for these babies to heal up and I’ll probably be scarred. I had to wear my tank top in a way so that it wouldn’t be touching the scratches because any contact at all would make it burn. X[ I completely regret going back into the water because it was nothing but pain and semi-weaksauce waves. Stupid, stupid Stef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took pictures at the playground nearby. THAT was fun. Silly Christia saying “Do a sexy pose!” lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were huuuunnngry so we drove to Alhambra to eat at The Hat. We were going to get crepes but after The Hat, there was no way we could eat any more. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took some Cue pics and went back to my house to finish Goblet of Fire. Right after, we were looking through SUPER old pictures from our ST.D days and we decided to remake them. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got them addicted to Gummy Chocos mwahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. I’m dark, my eyes are red, my ass is so white it's scary, I have scratches on my body, I had fun and I’m going to the beach again next Friday. No way I’m gonna miss Stace’s birthday! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[fin]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see my darkness???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src= "http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/stef.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-2549851724445009851?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/2549851724445009851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/08/beaches.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/2549851724445009851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/2549851724445009851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/08/beaches.html' title='Beaches.'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-4331856250132555623</id><published>2008-08-05T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T15:24:41.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How I know...</title><content type='html'>...that there is someone here that shouldn’t be. In this case, Sandy’s boyfriend, Ramley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Number One: I woke up at 7am to the sound of Sandy coming home. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. First of all, where the FRICK did you go at 7am??? Because you sure as hell didn’t just go to school for 30 minutes. And I’m pretty sure you’re SUPPOSED to be at school right now. So where oh where could she have gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Number Two: Sandy ran down the stairs, scrambled with her keys, quickly opened the door to her room, shut the door, and locked it. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would never be so excited to go to my room! Not unless I just bought something and I was anxious to open it up.  Or I had forgotten something that I needed and it was in my room. Or I need to desperately get on my laptop for something important. Of course, any of these things could easily explain Sandy’s hurried entrance, but it cannot be; for I hear no opening of purchased items, I hear no rummaging, and Sandy has no laptop. I COULD be jumping to conclusions when I assume that someone’s here but come on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since when do you lock your door when someone’s home? Hmm? Anyways, moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Number Three: Sandy turned on her TV and the volume is unusually loud. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is NOTHING and I mean NOTHING on at this hour. You have no DirecTV in there so I know there’s nothing interesting on. And I know you don’t watch the news. And I’m pretty certain that it’s not Sesame Street you’re watching. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. So maybe you’re watching TV. Maybe you’re boyfriend’s not there with you doing the dirty. But I don’t really know that, now do I. And I am positive that you’re not deaf. So why in the world is your volume so loud?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandy can be painfully obvious when she lies or when she’s hiding something. She could have just came home, walked to her room, closed the door, and turned on her TV to a normal volume like a normal person and I wouldn’t have suspected a thing. Well, I’d be a little suspicious but I still wouldn’t have bothered her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the fact that I can hear through the walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Sandy just texted me confirming that her beloved Ramley is here. So…  YAY! I win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what would happen if daddy were to just come home right now and walk into Sandy’s room. I would NOT want to be here to see that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. The TV’s back on. In other words… Baw chicka baw waw. She put the volume louder as a courtesy for those in the house. Which is just me. lol! Steph! Don’t think about it. They’re watching the news like the good citizens they are. They just want some information about the world. Yup. They’re juuust watching TV. Nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Sandy even confirmed my suspicions, I had already texted Anty, begging her to come over early so I wouldn’t be stuck like this until 2! “I’ll let you play neopets!” I persuaded her. lol. I’ll be picking her up later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris… can be a total douche sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I hope you think about them doing it while you eat :)” Thanks…  so kind of you to say…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUP! This was my morning. This is how it shall be for the next 5-6 hours. Lucky me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re going to the beach today. He’s coming with us. Things will be awkward. I hope I have fun anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh lord. Reminds me of when Dan came over this one time and I couldn't find him. Sandy was in the shower but I thought, "Eww! No!... EWW!" and yep he was in there with her. Then when I confronted her about her lack of prudeness she said, "What! He didn't wanna be alone!" Which is the stupidest response she could've given me. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok then. I'm hearing a LOT of movement in her room so I think it's a good time for me to eat breakfast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[fin]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW was I bored this morning. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-4331856250132555623?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/4331856250132555623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-i-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/4331856250132555623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/4331856250132555623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-i-know.html' title='How I know...'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-4683566704681332656</id><published>2008-07-30T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T15:23:41.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day with the Cousins &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/Cousins0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. The earthquake. I've pretty much told everyone the story but here's what I was doing when  it happened. I was in the kitchen talking to my mom on the phone when the house started to shake. I thought an airplane was flying too low and that it was going to crash into our house or something (which reminds me of the time when there was a sonic boom and I thought a tree fell on our house)lol. So I go...&lt;br /&gt;"OOOOOH SHIIIT!!!" &lt;br /&gt;My mom, worried, says "What!? What happened!?"&lt;br /&gt;"Uhhh... Uhhh..."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my God! Get under a table!"&lt;br /&gt;Then blah dee blah. *hangs up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my dad walks in the house and I go "Did you feel that!?" and he just stood there in confusion replying with "Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went online to chat with people about the earthquake. Then I texted some people about the earthquake. It was fun because there were some really funny stories. :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DIDN'T go under a table and cover my head. I DIDN'T stand in a doorway. I DIDN'T do anything that you're supposed to do when there's an earthquake. I just stood in the middle of the room, watching the house shake and the chandelier sway back and forth. haha. Nearly all the people (except for a select few) I chatted with didn't follow the safety precautions for an earthquake, but that was only because they didn't exactly know that what was happening WAS an earthquake. For example, Anty thought her dogs were pushing her chair, even though they were both locked up in the kitchen. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Back to hanging out with my cousins. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anty was unsure if she could go out because her mom didn't want her leaving the house because of the earthquake. Because OBVIOUSLY the safest place to be after an earthquake is in your house, just in case there's an aftershock. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris drove over with Kevin and April and I drove us to Yosemite. We played some basketball and tennis. I felt bad for April because she wasn't playing with us. :/ Basketball was tiring for me and I think Chris got  but tennis wasn't so bad because I didn't really have to run because they weren't that good. It was still fun. :D After that, we went swimming. That was fun too except for the fact that the water smelled a bit like piss. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we drove to Alhambra and ate at Crepe in the Grip. Yummeh! Yay for $1 crepe skin days! XD Though, it sucks how they ALWAYS manage to run out of green tea ice cream. :(... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we took some Cue pics. You COULD say it was a bit of a disaster. I mean, we planned out our poses and everything but somehow it all just went wrong because those stupid screens kept on falling on us. And friggin shiz. 20 seconds to pose is NOT enough! -_- It was still fun. :) The decorating takes forever, though. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever we were driving, we blasted Girl Talk. Chris danced. Anty and Kevin sang, April too. Anty was very much surprised that I listened to such music. What can I say? It's good stuff. I can't deny that I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all bought some Arizona Tea and went back to my house to have a Heath Ledger movie marathon. :) We popped in A Knight's Tale, then we put in The Brothers Grimm (totally forgot he was even in that one). We didn't get to finish The Brothers Grimm because all of them had a curfew and one had summer school. -_- We'll finish the marathon another day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun today! Love you guys! See you guys at the family meeting on Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[fin]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-4683566704681332656?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/4683566704681332656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-with-cousins-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/4683566704681332656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/4683566704681332656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-with-cousins-3.html' title='A Day with the Cousins &lt;3'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-7274012819543746960</id><published>2008-07-29T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T15:21:12.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologies...</title><content type='html'>This is how my parents reacted when I apologized for my behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy... I'm sorry about yesterday..."&lt;br /&gt;"You tell that to your dad!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I saw my dad...&lt;br /&gt;"Daddy..."&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm?"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry about yesterday..."&lt;br /&gt;*looks at me for a moment &amp; walks away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt pretty shitty about the way I acted the other day but I'm only human. I mean, if you lecture me about something, I'm not going to jump for joy and say, "Thank you so much! I really needed that lecture! :D" And if I don't agree with you about something, I'm not going to suddenly change my opinion and say, "Oh yes! You're always right and I'm always wrong. I'm soooo sorry!" I'm GOING to be annoyed. I'm GOING to be mad. I WILL give you some attitude. And I'm sorry but I'm only human!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom understood this... A couple minutes after I apologized, she called me and Sandy to her room to have a little talk. She told me that she knew how I felt and that it was understandable that I acted the way I did. She said that whenever her parents would lecture her or whenever she was mad about something, she wouldn't eat and she would tell everyone that she would kill herself. That isn't exactly the same as the way I acted but I guess our experiences could relate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, everything I was thinking came out of her mouth. We're only human. We're going to act in ways that we might regret. We aren't perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said that she tried to explain to daddy that we're only human and we are going to be pissed but she said that he wouldn't listen. She told us that she asked him, "Didn't YOU ever get mad when your parents lectured you?" and he replied a simple "No." He doesn't understand and frankly, that really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't know how to control his anger. Like that day when I was pissed, right after church he  yelled at me "THAT'S THE LAST TIME I INSTRUCT YOU! YOU HEAR ME!? YOU GOT THAT!? THAT'S THE LAST TIME! AND STOP BEING GRUMPY!" then he slammed the door. Ok... How can I NOT be grumpy when you're fucking yelling at me!? He can be so stupid and immature sometimes. I swear. This is why I was reluctant to apologize to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my mom, on the other hand, I desperately wanted to apologize for the way I acted. I was awake for the longest time that night, just wanting to apologize to her. Ok. Back to me and Sandy in her room for our little talk... She asked me why I apologized. She just wanted to hear from me what I did wrong. So I told her "I was annoyed about daddy and the parking, and about the night before. And... You... were just trying to comfort me... and I pushed you away..." I was tearing up now. In my head I was thinking "There you were. You saw how mad I was. You saw everything and you just wanted to show me that you loved me and that you understood how I was feeling. You hugged me so tightly and I pushed you away! I pushed you away and you hadn't done anything wrong to me. And I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! And I hope that no matter how mad I get or how stupidly I act, you never forget that I love you and that I am SO lucky and grateful to have a mom like you. I love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really hate myself... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now it seems that every thing's ok, kind of. A couple more days and everything will be back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, I NEVER fight with my parents. I repeat, NEVER. So this was kind of a first and hopefully the last for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I am reminded of a time my mom made me cry waaaay back when I was a kid. It wasn't a fight but she said something that made me cry and she was laughing at me. I went to my room and cried there. After a while, my dad walked in and said, "Back in the Philippines, parents never apologize to their kids." which made me cry even more. Good job, daddy. Way to comfort your crying child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my plans for the week...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today- hang out with the cousins&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday- cara's going away party?&lt;br /&gt;Thursday- laser tag&lt;br /&gt;Friday- beach w/xtia&amp;stace - movie w/cousins&lt;br /&gt;Saturday- book signing w/jess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's see how this goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[fin.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-7274012819543746960?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/7274012819543746960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/07/apologies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/7274012819543746960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/7274012819543746960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/07/apologies.html' title='Apologies...'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-8538519229499906915</id><published>2008-07-26T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T15:19:24.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a love, hate thing...</title><content type='html'>My parents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I really DO love them, but SOMETIMES they just... UGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like when they lecture you about something you very much already know about! THEN they say "Oh... back in the Philippines we blah blah blah." Yes, I KNOW you had it rough back there. I KNOW you work hard! I KNOW I should be grateful for everything I have! And I AM! You think that just because we make ONE mistake, that we're suddenly ungrateful, suddenly ignorant about everything! Well we're not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're only human. We make mistakes. We learn from them. And just because something happened once, that doesn't mean that it will happen over and over and over again. I know they lecture us because they care, but DAMN! Do they have to be so damn annoying when they do it!? They repeated the same phrase over 10 times! No lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They always know how to make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandy already knew what I was going to do after they finished lecturing us. I'm so predictable... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy. Daddy. Sometimes you just piss me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you again in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;[fin.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-8538519229499906915?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/8538519229499906915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-love-hate-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/8538519229499906915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/8538519229499906915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-love-hate-thing.html' title='It&apos;s a love, hate thing...'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-7286849766380625748</id><published>2008-07-25T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T15:17:36.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Days of Summer School</title><content type='html'>Aww damnit! I was having the coolest dream when it was rudely interrupted by my dad calling me about my car&amp;rsquo;s seat covers. DAMN! That evil woman had just arrived and we were about to kick her ass in the big climactic battle scene! But no, my dad just HAD to call. I don&amp;rsquo;t remember the specific reason why we had to kick her ass but I just remember hating her and her stupid smug voice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here&amp;rsquo;s my last days of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;072308&lt;br /&gt;Speech is over&amp;hellip; thank goodness. But I must say that I&amp;rsquo;ll miss that class. I made a couple new friends (whom I won&amp;rsquo;t be seeing ever again) and Professor Jacobs was an awesome weirdo and an ex-comedian, which kept the class entertaining and made the 3 hours seem like nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories&amp;hellip;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last speech, we used my laptop to present all the PowerPoints and I hadn&amp;rsquo;t realized that my Facebook profile was minimized when Professor Jacobs maximized the window, forgetting that whatever was on my screen was also being projected in front of the whole class. She left it there for a couple of minutes and finally asked &amp;ldquo;Stephannie, do you want me to log you off?&amp;rdquo; suddenly realizing that the whole class could see. She apologized and gave me extra credit. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, using my laptop for the projector, Professor Jacobs demonstrated how to make a PowerPoint presentation. The PowerPoint was called &amp;ldquo;Why Stephannie is Awesome.&amp;rdquo; Haha! The points were as follows:&lt;br /&gt;- Because she brought her laptop&lt;br /&gt;- Because she let us use her laptop&lt;br /&gt;- Because she brought her laptop charger&lt;br /&gt;- Because she has a dry sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Such an odd teacher. For letting the class use my laptop numerous times, Jacobs gave me more extra credit. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacobs also gave me more extra credit for always bringing playing cards to class and also because I had already done one of my speeches and suddenly the individual speech turned it into a group speech. &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m already done with my speech, and it would suck if I had to do it all over again.&amp;rdquo; and Jacobs replied &amp;ldquo;Well, since that really WOULD suck, I&amp;rsquo;ll make it extra credit for you.&amp;rdquo; :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I just read my cousin&amp;rsquo;s blog entry&amp;hellip;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;I don't like it when people beat around the bush. Neither does a woman because it really doesn't satisfy them whatsoever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to tell to them bluntly and be straightforward. Just like how a woman would rather have you go for the clitoris. Simply tell the person what's up and quit the shady games. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that made sense and that's all that matters.&amp;rdquo;&lt;br /&gt;I agree, sir, but people do it ALL the time, including myself. I wish I COULD be straightforward but wishing won&amp;rsquo;t get me anywhere. It&amp;rsquo;s something I&amp;rsquo;ll have to change myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Eww. I just threw up in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Yesterday my dad won some dinero from the Lottery. $1000 to be exact. I was just sitting in the kitchen when he pulled out a humongous roll of 20s from his pocket. He got 4 out of the 5 numbers right. WOW, right? It&amp;rsquo;s not the first time he won. Last time he failed to tell my mom but he DID come home with a new DVD player. Haha! I have a funny story to tell but I guess I&amp;rsquo;ll save it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;072408&lt;br /&gt;LAST DAY of summer school!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed up until 3am, not studying, but rhyming with Chris. I was extremely bored and extremely hyper. I drank coffee, thinking &amp;ldquo;Ok. Now I can stay up all night and study! :)&amp;rdquo; But, no, that didn&amp;rsquo;t happen. Haha. When I told my friends what time I went to bed, they said &amp;ldquo;WOW! You must&amp;rsquo;ve studied a lot!&amp;rdquo; I replied &amp;ldquo;NOPE!&amp;rdquo; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final wasn&amp;rsquo;t as bad as I thought it would be. As usual, Cara was first to finish, then Zen, then me. Haha. It was funny how we would always leave only a few minutes after the other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we waited for Zen and Ann to finish their other finals. I sold my $80 speech book for $40 and those useless, unopened CDs brought me no money at all. Ugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the cafeteria Car and I played cards and ate, since lunch was 4 hours away. We played blind Texas Hold&amp;rsquo;em, then Pusoy, then regular Hold&amp;rsquo;em. Justin joined our card playing. Justin and Car were the worst players and they kept giving pity chips to each other. lol. At some point I donated 1 chip to Car. haha. We moved on to Egyptian War and Car REALLY sucked at it. It was fun and frustrating. I was yelling a lot. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch finally came and we ate at Noodle Planet. MMMMMM! Goodness were we full and we weren&amp;rsquo;t sure if we could handle eating crepes right after so we went to UltraZone to play laser tag. At first we were going to play mini golf but the pictures on the website for the place in Pasadena looked really crappy so we changed our minds. Thank goodness we went on a Thursday because girls only have to pay $5 for a full day pass. The original price is $20! Guys get to pay $10 on Thursdays just so you know. It was awesome even though there were mostly kids there. We all wanted to just MURDER this fat annoying kid because he was SUCH a jerk! I shot him once and he was like &amp;ldquo;HEY! DID YOU JUST SHOOT ME!? GET BACK HERE!&amp;rdquo; and I started to run away from him &amp;ldquo;YEAH YOU RUN AWAY! IMMA GET YOU!&amp;rdquo; hahaha. Creepy kid. Oh and while we waited in line, I taught them how to play concentration. I kept on telling them, &amp;ldquo;follow the beat&amp;rdquo; but it was IMPOSSIBLE for them and they made the beat WAY too fast to even keep a steady rhythm. lol. Even though they were playing wrong, it was fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after laser tag we went to Crepe in the Grip. None of us could finish one by ourselves since we were still full from the noodles so we just shared. I bought some of those addicting Gummy Choco things (which I am eating RIGHT now!). Strawberry &amp;amp; peach! MMMMMMM! *drools* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We picked up Henry&amp;rsquo;s Birthday cake and went to Car&amp;rsquo;s house for the party. We had a blast watching Friends, the episode when Joey got his eyebrows waxed and the one where Ross went to a tanning salon. Hilarious! We played more concentration and I taught them the animal card game which involved a lot of yelling, pointing, and stuttering. lol! As I said before, all I need is a deck of cards and that would be the life of the party. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twas a fun and LONG day. I&amp;rsquo;m surprised that I lasted that long considering me having only gotten 2 hours of sleep. We were such fatties today with Noodle Planet, crepes, cake, and the food at Car&amp;rsquo;s party. Zen said that she had never eaten so much in her life! haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. It was a fun day, that is, until I got home and my mom lectured me about coming home late and abusing my driving privileges. Whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still need to plan Six Flags and my parties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And Sandy told me something outrageous! And the moment that our conversation started to sound like a lecture, she changed the subject and walked away. UGH! Just because you don&amp;rsquo;t want to hear it, doesn&amp;rsquo;t mean that you shouldn&amp;rsquo;t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, thanks you guys for an AWESOME day! &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--3--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[fin]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-7286849766380625748?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/7286849766380625748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/07/last-days-of-summer-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/7286849766380625748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/7286849766380625748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/07/last-days-of-summer-school.html' title='Last Days of Summer School'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-1113192031247458324</id><published>2008-07-20T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:57:42.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>071808.</title><content type='html'>Huntington Beach w/Car, Ann, JC, &amp;amp; Xtia.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Oh lord, am I sore right now. And no, Charlie, I did NOT get laid. LOL. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Once we got to the beach, we went straight for the water. The jerks went without me while I went to change. When I got back Christia told me "Cara wanted to go in already so that you wouldn't have a board." That jerk monkey!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Such a coincidence that Christia just happened to be there as well. We were almost at the beach when she called me, asking me where I was. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;THANK YOU Huntington Beach for having waves that aren't too big and aren't too small. &amp;lt;3 We were in the water for about 2 hours when we all were getting thirsty. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Glug glug glug… Munch munch munch… &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Then we buried Cara and Ann, the easiest people to dig for because the holes don't have to be big. Lol. After that we went back into the water for about 2-3 more hours, I think. Haha. Yes, we love riding those waves. :)&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I think I pulled something when I caught this one wave and now my right leg's messed up. :/&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Oh and a couple times, when I was boogie boarding, I was yelling "WOOOHOOOO!" when a crapload of water went in my mouth. Down the hatch and it was disgusting. -_-"&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I've been going to the pool/beach so much that I think it's safe to say that I have one of the whitest asses in the world right now. LOL! I still want to go back, though. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Boogie boarding  sure gives a girl quite the workout. Run into the ocean, paddle a bit, catch a wave, run back into the ocean, etc. REALLY tiring but that never stopped us. haha.  My ass hurts, my legs hurt, my arms hurt, and my shoulders hurt. Ugh! Lol. It was all totally worth it. :)&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Hahahaha! I could hear my neighbors having a party and it sounds like they're having fun. "Hey look at him! Two shots and he's down!" lol! Funny stuff. I could see the flashing of their cameras as I stand on my balcony and they live all the way on the other hill next to ours. I guess that's the bad thing about where we live. About 50 other houses are able to hear them.   &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Anyways, there's one more week left of school and it seems like I've already checked out. My speech teacher hasn't showed up to class in a while and it's pretty awesome. She's already cancelled our final speech and now we get extra credit if we present our persuasive speech. I only need to worry about nutrition now. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Let's see.  I need to plan a lot of things once summer school's over. There are so many things I want to do. Disneyland. Paintballing. Parties. Beach. Bonfire. Camping. Sleepovers. Clubbing. And a whole bunch of other stuff.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I'm really thankful that my parents aren't very strict. Sandy should be thankful too since some Filipino parents wouldn't dare let their girls have boyfriends. She really has no idea how lucky she is. I mean, they give her so much freedom and they give her so much trust, but still she goes against them so many times. And I think they completely know what she's really doing when she lies to them. They're not idiots. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I can't wait to watch Batman this week. Sandy, as well as a million other people, says that it's awesome. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Much to plan. So little time. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;G'night.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;[fin]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-1113192031247458324?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/1113192031247458324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/07/071808.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/1113192031247458324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/1113192031247458324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/07/071808.html' title='071808.'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-6713271645904965906</id><published>2008-07-16T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:56:31.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>071608.</title><content type='html'>So we were eating on the patio when he noticed a bird twitching on the floor. Its wings were flapping wildly but the bird wasn't flying. It couldn't even stand, much less fly. It was just shaking uncontrollably. I hated seeing the poor thing suffer like that. Of course we didn't know what was wrong with the bird. A passing individual noticed the bird as well and said that it was probably the West Nile virus. The bird continued for about 10 minutes when, after a loud screech, it went on its back, stopped moving, and its legs, no longer tense from the pain, slowly rose, signifying its death. I have never seen anything like it. The poor thing just died right in front of us. The torture, then sudden death. I mean, yeah I have seen bugs and such die, but this… this was different. I couldn't stop thinking about it. I lost my appetite. This gets me thinking about how when I become a nurse, I will most likely watch someone die like that. Suffer for the longest time, beg for death, and then finally pass away. I wonder how I'll be able to handle that… &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Anyways…&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;B&gt;Journey to the Center of the Earth&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;"That movie got good reviews" he said. The fool. I want my $10 back. haha. That movie wasn't good, just as I had expected. It made me wish that we had just rented movies and watched them at my house instead or at least watched it online or something. Maybe if we watched it in 3D we may have liked it. It's a family movie. Leave it for the friggin kids.  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I thought it was funny how the ticket man remembered me. "There's that smile" he said to me. The last time we went to watch a movie at the Americana, which was ages ago, he said to me as we were buying our tickets… &lt;BR/&gt;"Did you leave something at the door?" &lt;BR/&gt;I replied, "No…" &lt;BR/&gt;"I think you left your smile at the door."&lt;BR/&gt;I smiled, laughed and he said "There it is. Keep it on. It looks good on you."&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;P.S. We only watched Journey to the Center of the Earth because we are going to watch Hellboy 2 on Thursday, just so that we are saved from the boredom that is Universal Studios.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Afterwards, we visited dear Nikki who is leaving for the PI on Friday. :( We played some tennis cocker, got some boba (damn boba) and played some pusoy dos. I hope she has fun there! Don't forget to buy me a barrel man! haha. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Oh yeah. I was up until 4am today trying to finish my damn Nintendo speech. When it came time for class to start, my friggin teacher didn't even show up. I guess that's a good thing but I really wanted to get my speech over and done with. I was wearing my Nintendo shirt too! X[ oh well. more time to practice. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;P.S. I ended up sleeping in my car to catch up on some sleep. :P &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;071208&lt;BR/&gt;I finally hung out with Jess, Jean, and John, aka "The J Crew" after just about forever and a day. I haven't seen those three in the longest time, so I was especially happy that I was going to spend the whole day with them.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;B&gt;Hermosa Beach&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;We were lucky to have bumped into John as we were leaving the pizza place since he had forgotten his cell phone. Who knows what would've happened if we left any earlier than we did.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Oh lord was it hard to find parking. Well, it wasn't exactly hard since all we had to do was sit and wait, but damn was it a long wait. Haha. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;It was fun but I only wish that I could go to a beach that had perfect waves for boogie boarding. Last time, with Stacey and Christia, the waves were too strong at Surfrider beach, but for Hermosa, the waves were too weak. The waves &lt;I&gt;looked&lt;/I&gt; big, but when they got to us, it was nothing. -_- I think the only time that I went to a beach that had PERFECT waves was when I went with JC, Car, Ann, and Zen to Huntington. PERFECT waves for boogie boarding. &amp;lt;3&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Poor John couldn't go in the water with us since he didn't bring his swimwear. He took off his jeans revealing his jalapeño boxers when we all simultaneously decided that he should keep the jeans ON. haha. I felt bad that he had to stand there and watch us but it was cute how he made a new friend. A little boy was helping him make a sand square. Jokes about a "dick in a box" soon followed. lol.&lt;BR/&gt;We buried Jean very nicely and we took pictures. The typical jumping picture, which we didn't get right. Then Jess and John were doing weird ass "gangsta" poses. Silly kids. :P&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;After the beach we didn't really know what to do. Bowling? Greek Festival? Band practice? We ended  up going grocery shopping and cooking some pasta (the specific name of it eludes me) at John's house. Yummy stuff but I agree that it needed some salt. Cooking was fun though. YAY TEAMWORK! XD We also bought some green tea ice cream from Seafood City but it didn't exactly taste like the green tea ice cream that we all loved. I think green tea &lt;I&gt;tempura&lt;/I&gt; ice cream is the only one for me. &amp;lt;3 &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;John's friends came over with Rock Band and we played for a bit. Man do I suck at the drums, but I still love playing them. lol. I was suddenly reminded of Mr. Schaller, the odd music teacher from St. Dominic's, and how he wanted to take a picture with me as I was playing the drums. Such an odd man.  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Cooking with friends is fun. I want to do that more often. :) Maybe I should throw a cooking party… That would be awesome. XD&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;As we were leaving, Jess asked me if I still liked him. I told her no but I guess you can say I have a crush? Haha. Why? He's outgoing and funny, he's always talking, never boring, just really fun to hang out with. But why not? Because it seems like he loves to flirt with a lot of girls, and that's just a turn off for me. I won't be making any moves. I don't want to ruin a friendship. But if he makes a move, oh lord do I hope I won't do anything stupid and let out all my SF on the poor boy like I did with Justin. I'll stick to being his friend. That's what's best I suppose. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;He invited us to watch a Dodger game with him this month. I think it might be fun. Maybe. We'll see if Jess can make it. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Summer school's almost over and I'm procrastinating like no other. I'm going to get the grade i deserve, well, maybe not. I'm probably going to get a higher grade than what I deserve. lol.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;2 weeks! Can't wait!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;[fin]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-6713271645904965906?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/6713271645904965906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/07/071608.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/6713271645904965906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/6713271645904965906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/07/071608.html' title='071608.'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-5444668358069309421</id><published>2008-07-07T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:59:25.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>homework...</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;is what i should be doing right now...&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;How old is the first person on your top?&lt;BR/&gt;20&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;How old is the last person you kissed?&lt;BR/&gt;22&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Where was your default picture taken at?&lt;BR/&gt;chris' room&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;What woke you up this morning?&lt;BR/&gt;my mom yelling that we need to go to church. lol.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;What is your current mood?&lt;BR/&gt;a bit down. i miss certain friends. i'm scared things will change and we'll drift apart. :(&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;What color shirt are you wearing?&lt;BR/&gt;light blue&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Are you crazy?&lt;BR/&gt;sometimes&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;What are you listening to?&lt;BR/&gt;weezer and the kooks&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;How long is your hair?&lt;BR/&gt;up to my shoulder&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Are you happy right now?&lt;BR/&gt;not really. :/&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Are you wearing make-up?&lt;BR/&gt;not at the moment.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;What were you doing at 11:00 last night?&lt;BR/&gt;chatting&amp;amp;holdem&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;What are you doing tonight?&lt;BR/&gt;proctastinating&amp;amp;sleeping&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Did your last kiss mean anything?&lt;BR/&gt;i don't remember when that was.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Have you smiled recently?&lt;BR/&gt;yep yep&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;What are you wearing?&lt;BR/&gt;black shorts and a light blue cami&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;What color are your eyes?&lt;BR/&gt;brown&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Do you ever keep arguing even when you know you're wrong?&lt;BR/&gt;no. if i know i'm wrong, i'm wrong. but if i think i'm right, you can't stop meh and you'll prove my ass wrong. lol.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;What do you currently smell like?&lt;BR/&gt;VS love spell. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Last thing you bought?&lt;BR/&gt;sun block… $12!!!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Have you ever shared a drink with anyone?&lt;BR/&gt;duh. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;How much money do you have on you?&lt;BR/&gt;$6?&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Where did your last hug take place?&lt;BR/&gt;church, when i saw my friend.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Do you have a reason to smile right now?&lt;BR/&gt;no because i didn't do my homework and i feel bad about some things.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Where was the last place you went?&lt;BR/&gt;ralph's to buy some comida.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Are you afraid of shots?&lt;BR/&gt;what kind of shots? ;P lol. needles ain't so scary.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Is your last name longer than 6 letters long?&lt;BR/&gt;yes. C-A-S-A-N-O-V-A = 8&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Are you pregnant?&lt;BR/&gt;stupid question. this survey has a lot of stupid questions. why am i even doing this!? lol.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;How long does it take for you to take a shower?&lt;BR/&gt;5-10 mins&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Do you care what others think about you?&lt;BR/&gt;who doesn't? a lot of people say that they don't but sometimes i think its bs. there ARE some that don't, but not a lot.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Has someone of the opposite sex ever told you they loved you?&lt;BR/&gt;yep. i love them too.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;What happened at 10:00 am today?&lt;BR/&gt;@ churrrch and these kids sitting in front of me were loud and annoying. -_-&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;What's the age difference between you and the last person you kissed?&lt;BR/&gt;3 years?&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;is your myspace profile private?&lt;BR/&gt;nah.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;How many times have you honestly fallen deeply in love?&lt;BR/&gt;not yet. we'll see.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;What do you carry with you at all times?&lt;BR/&gt;phone, wallet, keys.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Who was the last person you talked to in person?&lt;BR/&gt;sandy?&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Have you ever hung out with someone of the opposite sex?&lt;BR/&gt;duh. such stupid questions.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Do you have anything to complain about?&lt;BR/&gt;yes, but i won't get into specifics… -_-&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Is someone mad at you right now?&lt;BR/&gt;i don't think so. hopefully not. :/&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;When was the last time you were sick?&lt;BR/&gt;wow. um… no idea.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Are you wearing socks right now?&lt;BR/&gt;nopes. it's too hot to wear socks at home.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Is there anyone who doesn't like you because of something you didn't do?&lt;BR/&gt;iono. is there?&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Do you like to cuddle?&lt;BR/&gt;yes.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;What should you be doing right now?&lt;BR/&gt;homework.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Is tomorrow going to be a good night?&lt;BR/&gt;i can't tell the future but hopefully, yes.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;What was the most interesting part of your day?&lt;BR/&gt;buying food. lol.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;How is your ex?&lt;BR/&gt;i never had a boyfriend so i wouldn't know. lol.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Where is the person you like right now?&lt;BR/&gt;no idea.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Do you tell your best friend EVERYTHING?&lt;BR/&gt;no. i don't tell ANYONE everything. lol. is that even possible? &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Ever licked someone's cheek?&lt;BR/&gt;eww. what!?&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Have you ever liked your best friend's girlfriend/boyfriend?&lt;BR/&gt;yeah, in like 4th grade. lol. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Have you ever truly thought you knew who you were going to marry?&lt;BR/&gt;ha! no.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;What was the last thing you and your mom talked about?&lt;BR/&gt;when she'll call the insurance company about my car.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;What's the connection between you and the last person that texted you?&lt;BR/&gt;stacey, a good friend and my cousin's ex. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;What's the best thing to eat with peanut butter?&lt;BR/&gt;bread and jelly? bananas? celery &amp;amp; raisins? &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Have u ever been given roses?&lt;BR/&gt;yes.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Do you believe that everyone has a soul-mate?&lt;BR/&gt;yeah. why not?&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;What's your current problem?&lt;BR/&gt;laziness. lol.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Would you kiss the last person you kissed?&lt;BR/&gt;maybe, if i were drunk or something. lol.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;At what age did you start noticing the opposite/same gender?&lt;BR/&gt;how the heck would i know!?&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Do you know someone who likes you?&lt;BR/&gt;no but i'd like to know. ;) lol!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Do you like/love anyone?&lt;BR/&gt;yes, of course i do.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Do they know you like/love them?&lt;BR/&gt;some of them know already but maybe i should tell them more often.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Would you kiss someone on your top?&lt;BR/&gt;oh lord no. half of them are family! lol.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Have you ever had a song written about you?&lt;BR/&gt;no. that's just weird.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;When you're walking, do you stop to drink?&lt;BR/&gt;sometimes.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Do you believe that if you want something bad enough you'll get it?&lt;BR/&gt;you work for what you get.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Have you ever kissed someone in a vehicle?&lt;BR/&gt;nope. i should try it sometime. lol.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Ever snuck out of your house?&lt;BR/&gt;no. its impossible! the parents hear everything! lol. and i can't just… JUMP off my balcony… well, maybe i can if i used a rope… hrmmmmmmm.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Would you ever get a tattoo?&lt;BR/&gt;maybe. if i think of something that i like and i won't regret no matter what.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Do you know anyone who has gotten an abortion?&lt;BR/&gt;no. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Do you like to spend time with people?&lt;BR/&gt;well YEAH!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Are you hungry?&lt;BR/&gt;a little.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Are you a forgiving person?&lt;BR/&gt;i am, but sometimes i shouldn't be.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;When was the last time you did the dishes?&lt;BR/&gt;this afternoon. -_-&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Are you talking to anyone while doing this?&lt;BR/&gt;nope.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Have you ever thought someone died, when they really didn't?&lt;BR/&gt;yes! when I was watching hancock. LOL!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Where are you right now?&lt;BR/&gt;downstairs because i don't wanna use my laptop.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Last movie you watched?&lt;BR/&gt;hancock. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Last thing you downloaded on your computer?&lt;BR/&gt;the new weezer cd.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Have you changed much this year?&lt;BR/&gt;yes. for one thing, i don't wear so much black anymore. lol. and i go out more. :)&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Has anyone ever said you looked like a celebrity?&lt;BR/&gt;hahaahahahahahaha!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Do you dress for style or comfort?&lt;BR/&gt;both? &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;This survey was... &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;a waste of time! lol.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-5444668358069309421?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/5444668358069309421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2009/07/homework.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/5444668358069309421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/5444668358069309421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2009/07/homework.html' title='homework...'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-243881998565436468</id><published>2008-07-05T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:54:04.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vroom.</title><content type='html'>so yeah, i got a new car today. a nissan sentra. i was perfectly happy with it until sandy saw it and just dissed it for the rest of the day. :[ i know i shouldn't give a shh about what sandy said because i like my car. it just hurt that she just kept bringing me down this whole day. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;it's just like mine! only...&lt;BR/&gt;mine's better.&lt;BR/&gt;mine's bigger.&lt;BR/&gt;your trunk's small. you can't even fit that many bodies in there.&lt;BR/&gt;mine's faster.&lt;BR/&gt;your's doesn't have a ____? that sucks. mine does.&lt;BR/&gt;why THAT color?&lt;BR/&gt;these seats suck! it's leaving an imprint on my ass.&lt;BR/&gt;your side mirrors look stupid. it's throwing me off.&lt;BR/&gt;the only thing good about your car is the mp3 jack.&lt;BR/&gt;that thing doesn't even go all the way down. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;that really hurt me. i mean, i FINALLY get my own car and sandy just HAS to go off and ruin it for me. i didn't even want to show my cousins my car because i knew that she would just end up dissing it even more, which she did, and everyone agreed that her car was better. that's just mean. why did she even have to do that? i KNOW your car's better but you don't have to effing shove it in my effing face! next time, if you have nothing nice to say... just SHUT your effing mouth! you seriously ruined my day. thank you very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-243881998565436468?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/243881998565436468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/07/vroom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/243881998565436468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/243881998565436468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/07/vroom.html' title='vroom.'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-5819084284279211992</id><published>2008-06-29T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:51:39.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SummerSoFar.</title><content type='html'>So Steph, how are your summer goals coming along?&lt;BR/&gt;- go to the beach at least 3 times &lt;B&gt;[&lt;/B&gt;went once so far and we're planning a bonfire :) &lt;B&gt;]&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;- read at least 3 books &lt;B&gt;[&lt;/B&gt;read one so far :/ &lt;B&gt;]&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;- finish at least 1 DS game &lt;B&gt;[&lt;/B&gt;almost done but I haven't had time to play&lt;B&gt;]&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;- go clubbing (if my mother permits) &lt;B&gt;[&lt;/B&gt;went twice! I plan on going more over summer. :) &lt;B&gt;]&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;- pass my summer classes &lt;B&gt;[&lt;/B&gt;getting there, if I stop being a lazy bum. &lt;B&gt;]&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;- exercise more &lt;B&gt;[&lt;/B&gt;I did at first, but I stopped when summer school started. Now I'm planning to exercise from now on. &lt;B&gt;]&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;- have at least 3 parties, maybe 4 (friends, family, LB friends) &lt;B&gt;[&lt;/B&gt;I haven't had time to plan. :/ I will probably have the parties after summer school is over&lt;B&gt;]&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;- learn something new &lt;B&gt;[&lt;/B&gt;lol. um… I'm learning something new in my classes. :P&lt;B&gt;]&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;- gain weight &lt;B&gt;[&lt;/B&gt;Why is this so hard for me!? X[&lt;B&gt;]&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;- go to universal (gawd am I getting tired of that place) at least 3 times before our pass expires &lt;B&gt;[&lt;/B&gt;I went twice. I'll go a couple more times I guess. Maybe I'll go with friends this time. &lt;B&gt;]&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;- go to disneyland &amp;amp; 6 flags &lt;B&gt;[&lt;/B&gt;I went to 6 flags twice over the summer. I plan on going more since I got the year pass. :) And about Disneyland? I really want to go!!! I haven't been there in years. :( &lt;B&gt;]&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;- go to the tofu festival &lt;B&gt;[&lt;/B&gt;Not necessarily just the tofu festival but more events LIKE the tofu festival :P&lt;B&gt;]&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;- watch all those new movies that are out &lt;B&gt;[&lt;/B&gt;Watched, I think, 2 movies during summer. I swear, movies are so expensive these days. -_- time for movie6!! Hahaha! &lt;B&gt;]&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;- get a job &lt;B&gt;[&lt;/B&gt;Since my summer classes are from 7am to 4pm, I definitely have no time for that. Even during fall semester I don't think I can have a job. Those classes will kill me! X[&lt;B&gt;]&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;- learn how to drive on the freeway &lt;B&gt;[&lt;/B&gt;Yes I have, but I need to get better at it. There are too many times that I've nearly gotten killed trying to switch lanes! lol.&lt;B&gt;]&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;B&gt;062508jess! &lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I finally got to hang out with her after HOW long!? Waaah! We ate and watched some movies that didn't have exactly the BEST endings ever, but they were ok. We chit chatted and laughed our asses off to Gaki No Tsukai. &amp;lt;3 Hang out again soon Jess! XD We need to take you clubbing with us! &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;B&gt;062708avalon. &lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;It was my second time clubbing and I had more fun. ;) I love Christia and Stacey for talking my mom into letting me go with them. &amp;lt;3 The only catch is that Stacey said we wouldn't be clubbing until summer school ends. -_- *sigh* It's such a long wait. :( There was a lot of "migrating," as Stacey calls it, because this group of Asian guys would not stop following us. lol. "you have much to learn, little one" said Christia. Yes, I know. A little more self control next time, Steph. -_-&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;B&gt;Summer School. &lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;B&gt;Nutrition. &lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I barely pay attention in that class. I'm usually just playing games on my laptop. No, I don't listen. Yes, I know I should. So no more fooling around, Steph! It's time to step it up. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;B&gt;Speech. &lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;It's a fun class. It makes the 3 hours seem like nothing. I get really nervous whenever I get up in front of the class but I do ok. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Yeah. I have a test, quiz, and speech due tomorrow and I'm not ready for ANY of that. *sigh* I've been really lazy when it comes to these classes. Oh the shame. I think I just want to pass them and I'm ok with it. Hopefully I get out of this state of mind and find some motivation to do well in these classes. We shall see.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Oh and one more thing I REALLY want to do over summer… PAINTBALLING! XD&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;There are some friends I really want to hang out with but I'm thinking they've forgotten all about me. :( Maybe I should call just for the heck of it.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I hope everyone's having an awesome summer! XD&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;[fin]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-5819084284279211992?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/5819084284279211992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/06/summersofar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/5819084284279211992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/5819084284279211992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/06/summersofar.html' title='SummerSoFar.'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-5680863064248415410</id><published>2008-06-22T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:50:25.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wuh?</title><content type='html'>061208 sixflags&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I ended up getting a year pass because the employee suggested it. It was a pretty good deal for only $10 more. So if anyone plans on going to Six Flags anytime soon, please call me. &amp;lt;3 &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I told sandy that we should go to X2 first. I don't think it was a good idea. We should have gone on all the other weaker rides first because EVERYONE was in the line for X2. Haha. Well then, Sandy kept her eyes closed the whole time and at the end, she cried. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Last time I went on X2, they packed me in too tight so this time, I made sure it was a little looser. NOT smart! I nearly fell out when we were spinning around but I was ok. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;That day was really hot and it was really tiring because of that.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Whenever we ended up in a long line, I just asked cha cha a bunch of random questions.  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Sandy wanted a Superman cape.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Only 2 lines had a really long wait were X2 and Tatsu. I think those are my favorite rides. Those, and Goliath. :)&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;It was a fun day but we went home with headaches. -_- &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I think it's funny how this year was my first time going to six flags and I've already gone 3 times. :P&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;061308 pcc &amp;amp; ron's bday &amp;amp; visit tita dory &amp;amp; clubbing&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I went to PCC w/Stace to buy my parking permit and books. I hung out w/Chris while we waited for Stace's class to end.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;After that, we went Ron's birthday lunch. Japanese baybee!! XD yum yum! We had some awesome green tea tempura ice cream. :) We brought one of his gifts to lunch since the other one was too big and it wasn't wrapped. :P He pondered and pondered, wondering what it was that we got him. He had no idea what it was despite the fact that he told us what he wanted a couple months back. Actually, his birthday gifts were his going away presents that jess and I were never able to give him. :P Happy Birthday Noob! &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Stace had a lot of trouble planning the whole clubbing thing. She was calling everyone. People kept on changing their minds about what club they wanted to go to. Poor baconree. :/&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Before I went clubbing, we visited tita Dory in the hospital because she just got out of surgery. She was fine, but the night before she couldn't stop throwing up. :/ Kevin and April came also and we planned Universal Studios once more. Tita Lisa got mad that I was going clubbing. "You're going without me!" :( haha.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Before I left the house, my mom was like "Why are you wearing that skirt? Wear the lace one." haha. Then when I asked for some money she said "Don't you need money for drinks?" and I was just like o_O "uh… no." haha. but she gave me the money anyways. Then she said "put perfume on." I replied "uh… No. It's ok." haha. What was with my mom. It's like she WANTED me to hook up with some guy. lol. Deep down… I think she really does. haha.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Anyways, I was following Nikki to the bathroom when some guy grabbed my hand. I turned to look at him, he was pretty cute, but I kept on walking. lol. ah wells. :P&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Clubbing was fuuuun! At first, I had my doubts but I really had a good time. I just felt bad for Nikki because she had to drive everyone back. :/ Next time Nikki. Fasho! lol. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Funny… Ron, Nikki, and I were dancing when this guy just came up behind Nikki and tried to do his thing. Ron and I were just laughing and Nikki continued to dance awkwardly. The guy soon took a hint and left. LOL! So hilarious!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Oh oh! And there was this one guy with glasses that danced alone the WHOLE time we were there. It was both sad and funny at the same time. It was sad that he was alone but funny that he was having a great time all by his lonesome. lol.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I can't wait to go again. XD&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;061408 sleepover&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Kevin just picked up Anty's phone and called LynLyn. We talked to her for the longest time. We haven't seen her in about a year I'd say. :/&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;We played concentration (goodness do I suck at it) and of course pusoy. :)&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Anty was… no… she IS the weirdest girl in the universe and I LOVE her! hahaha.  She likes… to licks toes and have chicken in her pants… chicken makes her dance. LOL. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Chris called and said he couldn't go but I knew that was BS. haha. He came in the morning. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;061508 universal&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;It was just Me, Chris, Anty, Kevin, and April. Sandy didn't want to go. Psh.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;At the soak zone, we were shooting kids with the water blaster. Haha. It was fun because they didn't see it coming.  After a while, an employee announced over the speakers that we were supposed to shoot the rocket, and not the kids. lol. oopsie.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;When we went to the play room with foam balls, I kept getting hit in the face and it hurt like a bitch. Anty ended up attacking this one kid. Haha. Sad.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;And again we went on the studio tour. April wanted to go for some reason. Nearly all of us fell asleep. lol. Nice one Ape.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;We were about to watch a movie but we changed our minds because we were tired as f*ck. So instead we watched laker game at Kevin's place. The lakers won, but it wasn't amazing or anything. They let the Celtics catch up. tsk tsk. Chris says the lakers are just "prolonging the inevitable."&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;061608 first day&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Summer school at pcc started. I was so tired from having a busy weekend that I was falling asleep in class already. -_-&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I finally drove on the freeway without anyone with me. lol. It was the longest time I ever drove on the freeway. It wasn't that far though&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I hung out w/car, zen, ann, xtia during my 4 hr break. o_O&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;061708&lt;BR/&gt;During break we wanted to get some crepes in Alhambra but when we drove there, it turned out they open at 11… it was 9. o_O What a waste of gas. We got johnny rockets instead. Damn good onion rings. Mmmm.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Game 6.&lt;BR/&gt;My goodness this is sad. I want to stop watching but I just can't look away. -_- Simply horrible. &lt;BR/&gt;I suppose cha cha was right when I asked them who would most likely win the championship. &lt;BR/&gt;"The Celtics' will to win is formidable, and their team chemistry is superb. The Lakers appear to be better, on paper, but slightly."&lt;BR/&gt;Rigged, my ass! My friends told me that the playoffs are rigged and that there would be a game 7 and that the Celtics would win. It's the beginning of the fourth quarter and I REALLY don't think that's possible. &lt;BR/&gt; What the heck are the Lakers doing!? It's like they've just completely given up. I changed the channel. I couldn't watch anymore. It would've just made me even more sad. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Went to the beach with xtia and stace on friday. twas FUUUN but the waves were too scary. Next time, a beach where we can actually body board, please. :)&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;We went to Lynlyn's birthday party without her parents knowing we were coming. I think tita lyd didn't like us being there. :/ happy birthday lynlyn! miss you!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;i need to do some homework tomorrow.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;gnight!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;fin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-5680863064248415410?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/5680863064248415410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/06/wuh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/5680863064248415410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/5680863064248415410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/06/wuh.html' title='wuh?'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-4148056701094971331</id><published>2008-06-10T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:48:59.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>060808Universal.</title><content type='html'>We all planned to wake up at 7 and then leave at 8 so we could get to universal early. We all ended up waking up at around 8 and we left at 10. Sandy was strangely impatient for everyone to get ready "Neil's just taking his sweet time isn't he." She seriously needed to take a chill pill. Goodness. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;We were about a minute away from the parking when sandy says "Ok. Here's the plan. I'm going to drop you guys off and I'll come back at around 12." Everyone found it a bit rude that she would do such a thing to us. I mean, telling us at the last minute, literally. She went off to see her lover, which shouldn't have been a surprise to us. Sandy always makes plans like that and tells our parents at the last minute what she's doing so that they couldn't stop her. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;You know what fucking SUCKS!? I forgot my year pass in my other wallet! AAAAH! So I had to pay. $54 down the drain. *sigh* There's a lot I could've done with that $54 but stupid Stef just HAD to forget her year pass. Ugh! I mean it should have been the first thing I should have made sure I had with me before left the house. Oh stupid stupid Stef.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Anyways, we decided to go on the Simpsons ride since it would be the most packed. We waited in line, thankful that they played Simpsons clips on the TV's above us. We were in the room where they show us the safety measures. There we waited and waited, wondering why the video wasn't playing. The employee told us to sit tight because there were technical difficulties. After a while the guy told us to go out in the hall where we waited once more. Those mofos. We were THAT close to riding when it all went wrong. lol. It sucked but it was fun how we all tried to entertain ourselves. Chris dancing his weird dance as everyone else in the hall stared at him. haha. They gave us some fast passes and we left. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;It was funny because in the video, Krusty said "your wait from here is now 45 minutes. Just kidding. I have no idea how long you'll be waiting" and it was true. We DID end up waiting about 45 more minutes. haha. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Sandy finally came back and we went on the other rides. The mummy was nothing compared to 6 flags. Pretty sad. Only Sandy and I wanted to go on Jurassic Park. The others were either too pussy or didn't want to get wet. We didn't even get wet either. Psh. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;After a while in the heat, we were all wishing we had brought extra clothes so that we could go in that blast  soak zone. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;We went home early so we could watch the Laker game. That just ruined my day. We went out to eat at some Japanese restaurant and they were playing the game on their big screen. We were surprised that the Lakers caught up. SO close we were! SO damn close! That tv was crappy though. The colors were all messed up and we could barely see what the score was. -_-&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Even more surprising is that while I ate, not once did I touch my rice. lol. I was super hungry that day. :P  I wanted to get green tea tempura ice cream but tita lisa just ended up buying us some mocha, chocolate, and strawberry mocha ice cream which was just fine with me. :)&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I bet all of you wonder why the heck I write in such great detail. It's because I want to remember all these times of my life. I want to look back on these times a year from now and laugh and think to myself "Oh yeah. Those were some good times." It's always fun to do that. Like when you decide to take out an old photo album or year book to just remember what had passed and see how much things have or haven't changed since then. Sure I have the pictures, but words are good too. :)&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Plans for the week:&lt;BR/&gt;Wednesday- Sleepover&lt;BR/&gt;Thursday- Six Flags, Laker Game&lt;BR/&gt;Friday- PCC, Ron Birthday Brunch, Clubbing&lt;BR/&gt;Saturday- Raging Waters&lt;BR/&gt;Sunday-Father's Day, Universal Studios&lt;BR/&gt;Monday- PCC Summer Starts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-4148056701094971331?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/4148056701094971331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/06/060808universal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/4148056701094971331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/4148056701094971331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/06/060808universal.html' title='060808Universal.'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-4219997757350357721</id><published>2008-06-10T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:46:45.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>060708Neil’sGraduation.</title><content type='html'>*sigh* so here I am, I just finished my razzmatazz jamba juice and now I'm drinking some banana berry. My mom took a few sips of it and said "I can't finish it" and with sandy gone to Disneyland, I am the only one who can do the job. Soon I will be forced to drink my dad's orange mango passion (and that one he didn't even touch. He bought it for himself but when he got home, he went straight for his heineken -_-). Goodness people! Don't buy it if you know you aren't going to drink it. &amp;gt;:O Yeah, I haven't had jamba juice in a while and I was craving it… but this is ridiculous! &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Anyways, so on with my weekend.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;B&gt;060708Neil'sGraduation.Saturday&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I slept late on Friday night but I had to wake up at 6 if Sandy and I wanted to get to the graduation early and get good parking. "What are you wearing? No! Wear a dress. It's a graduation!" said my mom when she saw my outfit. *sigh* Why am I so easily influenced? I went with the turquoise and when we got there, I felt a bit overdressed. -_-&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Honestly, not that I don't care about the person graduating, but I hate going to graduations. They're always outside, in my experience at least, and it's always hot as hell! They're pretty boring too. lol. I only gain amusement from maybe one speech and from the beach balls that would be thrown up every once in a while. haha. It was fun yelling for Neil though, even though he didn't hear me. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Chris and I went to the shade when the ceremony was coming to a close. We were just talking and doing that punching thing that we do when he punched me too hard. All I could think in my head was "Holy shit! Was he really trying to hurt me or what!?" It hurt so bad that I had to lean against the wall. "Stop faking it" he said. Honestly, he really doesn't know how to be gentle with a girl. I've never been punched in the stomach so hard before. And DAMN did it hurt like a bitch. When I didn't respond he said "Hey. Are you crying? Are you ok?" We were walking to find Neil, my arms were still wrapped around my stomach, when sandy noticed the tears running down my face and said "Chris! What did you do to her!?" She sat me down and the apologies from Chris wouldn't stop. He kept on telling me to punch me as hard as I could. That wouldn't have made me feel better, but it would've made &lt;I&gt;him&lt;/I&gt; feel better for sure. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;We found Neil, took pictures, then we were off to the buffet. It's always a buffet, isn't it? haha. Even  though we had reservations, we didn't have seats waiting for us when we got there. How disappointing. Our parents let us eat while they waited. After eating, we chatted for a bit and played some DS. Mario Kart and Super Mario Bros. Fun fun. :) We gave Neil $100 and he said that he would most likely spend them on WoW cards. tsk tsk. Of all the things in the world… WoW cards. *sigh*&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;After the buffet, we went back to the Rojo residence to hang out a bit before we watched a movie. It was funny how we drove with the windows down and Neil's hair flailed in the wind. "My hair's being attacked." He said, annoyed. My hair was too but I made no mention. haha.  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;We were leaving to go to the theatre but Neil was glued to the computer. WoW of course. "Neil are you coming?" "I can't leave." *sigh* Well, he was lucky he didn't go with us because that movie SUCKED! I mean, I &lt;I&gt;knew&lt;/I&gt; it was going to be stupid but I didn't expect it to be &lt;I&gt;that&lt;/I&gt; stupid. Zohan. Yep. That's what we watched. lol. It had its moments but it just got completely stupid at the end.  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Back to the Rojo residence when I just went straight to Chris's room and knocked out. My stomach hurt, probably from that punch still. I was just extremely tired for some reason. I could hear the others playing basketball outside, talking about Avatar. "April stop earth bending" said Sandy. haha. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Chris came in a couple of times, talking about something. Sorry, I was only half paying attention. He left, came back after a while, and knocked out on the bed next to me. We slept for 3 hours. Poor Chris hadn't slept the night before so I was glad he was getting some rest. Poor boy. At some time Sandy walked in, then out and I heard her outside saying "Man. They're knocked out." haha. Chris's mom came in too, saying "Chris! Eat!" We didn't move. She did that a couple of times and at 9 we finally got up to eat.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;We went to Kevin's house after dinner. We played some brawl. I only beat Kevin because he put a handicap of 50. Hey, I was a noob anyways. haha. Then we watched Run Fat Boy Run. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I was THIS close to going clubbing with Mari e and Chris that night. Tita Lisa said that she would let us go only if we asked our parent's permission. Marie was going to pick us up and we would go clubbing until 2. But sadly, Chris's mom didn't pick up the phone and my mom just yelled that it was too late and that I had plenty of other opportunities to go clubbing. *sigh* I was still wearing my dress and I was good to go. Haha. So friggin close. Ah wells.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Sandy had trouble sleeping. The neighbors were blasting their music and it was already 2 in the morning. Those mofos. She moved to the other room and I stayed there. I blasted my ipod to drown out the music. It worked and I slept just fine. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Sunday coming up next. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Eep! the game's almost on! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-4219997757350357721?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/4219997757350357721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/06/060708neilsgraduation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/4219997757350357721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/4219997757350357721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/06/060708neilsgraduation.html' title='060708Neil’sGraduation.'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-4036988693268236542</id><published>2008-06-10T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:45:31.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>060608John’sBirthday.</title><content type='html'>Wow. My mom's snores are just as loud as my dad's. Interesting…&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Woot woot! I finally finished reading Eclipse! I'm sad that it had to end like that, though. Damnit Jake! I don't hate him, but I don't like him either. :P I read that book all day yesterday. I was reading until 4am when I dozed off. Sandy woke me up at 7 saying "did you fall asleep reading!? Your light was on the whole night then." I wasn't exactly worried about that since it was only 3 hours since I fell asleep. *sigh* And I was 2 chapters away from the end. Things were getting really good, too. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Suddenly I'm FURIOUS! I'm so mad that I'm shaking. Just when I had hoped that it was over and that everyone was going to be fine, it just had to come back and say, "Nope, I'm not done fucking things up yet." I don't know how much longer I can stand it. Yes, I know I should calm down but I can't. It's just so damn frustrating! &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Ok then. To get my mind off of this, I shall now describe my weekend.  I'm going to separate them into different posts because they were &lt;I&gt;very&lt;/I&gt; long days. Very fun days. :)&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;B&gt;060608John'sBirthday.Friday.JessJeanJohn&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;On Wednesday, Jess and I tried planning Friday out. We actually spent most of our time watching those movies. Haha. Well, we went online to see what there is to do at Pasadena. We found a couple of things but we weren't sure if Johnny boy would be interested. I suggested this symphony thing and Jess was like, "How about something we'd &lt;I&gt;all&lt;/I&gt; enjoy?" Hahaha. She was right though. Jess and Jean would've probably fallen asleep. :P We continued to search but we didn't accomplish much.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;So Thursday I read something online and I immediately call Jess saying, "Oh my god! It's John's birthday!?" And I felt a wave of guilt come over me. How could I &lt;I&gt;not&lt;/I&gt; feel bad. Jess told me that she forgot too and that she tried calling me the night before. I felt bad because I was texting him that day asking him what he wanted to do on Friday, oblivious to the fact that it was his birthday. Oh shame on you, Steph. Shame.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Friday comes along and Jess tells me to wake up early and we'd pick up John from the metro by 10:30. Jess called me at just the right time, waking me up. Who &lt;I&gt;knows&lt;/I&gt; how long I would've slept if she hadn't called. haha. Pretty much everyone was running late so it was ok. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Jean's cassette for his ipod broke so we went to Target to buy a new one. We were walking towards the electronics section when Jess suddenly started walking all sneaky like and I noticed the person opening a package for an ipod nano cover. This apparent shoplifter was none other than Darrell! He heard me call out his name and he quickly shuffled to close the package. haha. The dork. He thought he was caught but it just turned out to be us. :P Wow. I haven't seen that boy in FOREVER and I missed him. I really has been a long time since I'd seen him and an even longer time since I'd actually hung out with him. It's been too long. We chatted a bit, had some laughs, hugged, and said goodbye. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I'm glad I keep bumping into old friends. On Wednesday we bumped into Alex at the Video Hut. There I was, just standing there, looking at the DVD selection when someone standing behind me was waving their hands in front of my face. At first I thought, "What the heck is Jess doing?" then I turned around and there he was! haha. Silly boy. Gawd I missed him too. I really wish that I had a class or two with him during senior year. Anatomy and Physiology was always a blast with Alex there. *sigh* The good ol days. Junior year really was undeniably the best year of my high school life. It's funny how in two days I just happened to bump into two guys that I loved and missed. haha. Just chatting with them for those few minutes really made my day. :)  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;We drove to Pasadena to wait for John to arrive, playing none other than tetris to pass the time. We picked up John who was sitting under a tree at a gas station reading a book. haha.  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Off to Pasadena we went! We pretty much just walked up and down Colorado. We were looking for hats for him because Jess and I wanted to buy him his own hat for hat day. But who knows when the next hat day will be. :/&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Jess and I barely had any breakfast so we went to Arcadia to eat at that awesome crepe place. I had a pretty damn good teriyaki chicken crepe. mmMMmm! We played guess who and played some pusoy. Poor John just would &lt;I&gt;not&lt;/I&gt; stop losing. Happy Birthday! haha. We talked about squid and octopus. Jess didn't want to try the takoyaki balls despite our assurance that it was good. Ah well. I like that crepe place. :) Jess liked it because it was a "chill" place, which surprised me because she hates that word. lol.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Jean had to pick up his mom so he dropped us off at the Americana which I thought was more fun than Pasadena since John actually tried on some clothes. lol. Jess and I had fun picking out clothes for him, making him try them on, and then critiquing. There was something weird in one of the stalls because all the employees were telling each other to go in. And damn! I forgot to ask them what was in there before we left. My curiosity was killing me too. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;As we waited outside for Jean, we played tetris. haha. Surprisingly, and I mean it when I say "surprisingly," I won a very close second place with 4 wins. Jess won with 5. And poor John was last with a single win. haha. Happy Birthday once again! :P&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;At H&amp;amp;M we bought him some shirts and finally a nice hat. :) Then at forever 21 John bought himself some skinny jeans. He looked good in them and despite a compliment from an old woman, I think he was doubtful. haha. All he needed now was some black shoes. Some black shoes that he hopefully wouldn't fuck up by skating with them. lol. With the shoes we were unsuccessful because the converse could have been bought at a cheaper price at other places. mhm. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;We walked around the Glendale Galleria for a bit. Then we went to Eagle Rock Plaza to show John how asian it was. haha. We went to Seafood City and decided to buy some Chinese sausages and make some musubi at my place. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Ah the musubi. It was fun as we each took turns making our own roll, seeing who was the most pro at it. haha. Jess and John's musubi were rather messy and mine was packed with so much rice that there was enough for another roll. haha. Jean's was the neatest that Jess said it could be the kind of sushi you see on a shirt. An odd compliment, but still a compliment. haha. Good job, Jean.     &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;After making a TON of musubi, we went downstairs and played ping pong. Jean beat John 14-15 I think? It was hard for them to play on my fisher price ping pong table. Much too small. haha. But &lt;I&gt;much&lt;/I&gt; more challenging, wouldn't you agree? I beat both Jess and Jean but I didn't get the chance to challenge the birthday boy. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;That day was hot. The 3 Js were all wearing jeans. The fools! haha. I wore a skirt so I wasn't as hot for me. :P haw haw.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I really hope they had fun. We should do it again sometime. But NEXT time we'll go to the enchanted forest and force Jess to go! Mwahahaha! Hopefully. lol.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I find that I don't mind just hanging out at someone's house. Sometimes I have more fun just hanging out somewhere just talking, playing cards or board games, watching movies, eating or whatever. I really wouldn't mind it at all. Yeah, going out is fun too but hanging out at someone's house can be just as fun, and sometimes even better. haha. It's much cheaper too. :P&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Wow that was a long post. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;The rest of my weekend I'll post up soon. :)&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Laker game tonight! Let's kick some ass today please! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-4036988693268236542?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/4036988693268236542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/06/060608johnsbirthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/4036988693268236542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/4036988693268236542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/06/060608johnsbirthday.html' title='060608John’sBirthday.'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-7498770667268831824</id><published>2008-06-02T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:44:16.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>060208SixFlags.</title><content type='html'>Damnit! There's fucking glitter all over my floor and bed thanks to that play. Ugh! I get to clean my room ALL over again! Meh. It's not that bad.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;So Charlie IMs me last night asking me if I wanted to go to 6 flags with him and I was thinking "Oh hellz fuckin yeah!" But I was unsure about some things. Anyways, I asked my mom this morning if I could go and she said yes. :) &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Charlie called me up in the morning, telling me to drive over to his place so his dad could bring us to Justin's. I couldn't since everyone in the house was gone and the only car available was the undrivable one. He said that his dad couldn't make any stops since he had to go to work RIGHT that moment. So I'm thinking "Damnit! This fucking sucks!" I got ready anyways and I was about to leave the house to walk down the hill when I called Charlie and he told me that he couldn't pick me up. I replied "Oh… Well, have fun." So I was sad. And I was all dressed up too. :( I was thinking to myself "NOW what am I gonna do?" So I grab that book that I haven't been reading for some reason and I head downstairs so I can read it on the swing in the backyard. As I was about to open the door, Charlie calls and says "I'm picking you up right now. Be outside." I think to myself "FUCK YESSS! YESSS!!!!!" So I say bye and I decide to run down the hill anyways just so it's easier for them to pick me up. And man was I fucking RUNNING! lol. They got to 711 exactly when I did. haha. So off to Justin's! (And in the car Charlie told me that he was only joking about not being able to pick me up. That betch.)  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;As we were waiting and listening to Justin and his Mom have a hilarious conversation, I noticed and thought to myself "Wow. Jess was right. Justin &lt;I&gt;did&lt;/I&gt; gain weight." Haha. I'm just not attracted to him anymore. I look at him and I don't feel anything. My heart doesn't pound the way it used to when I'd see him and it's awesome. lol. I'm not saying he's unattractive or anything. He's a cool, fun guy. I'm just over it. :) Anyways, it's so cool how he can joke around with his mom like that and talk to her about all that stuff. I mean, yeah, I do that too but I don't cuss as much as he does. lol. His mom's cool.  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I &lt;I&gt;could&lt;/I&gt; talk about a lot of stuff. But I want to keep it as short as I can. We met up with Justin's other friends and I continued to be my timid, shy self. Even when they tried to talk to me, I didn't talk that much. They were cool kids. I wanted to talk to them but I just didn't. No idea why I keep doing that. I mean, I want to talk to these people but I just &lt;I&gt;don't&lt;/I&gt; for some reason. Thanks you guys for trying to talk to me and I'm sorry for being that shy, quiet weirdo that I am. :X  I know I need to work on that. And thank you Justin for trying to talk to me those couple of times and yet I kept my responses short. Thank you thank you. I wanted to talk to him though. I was curious about how that Halo tournament that he was in turned out and whether or not he was able to change his name yet and stuff like that. And I felt bad for Charlie too because he was nearly as quiet as I was. Thank you Charlie for sticking with me. I hate being shy. It pisses me the fuck off. &amp;gt;:( Yes, I have opinions. Yes, I too have stories to tell. I just don't think anyone gives a shit. lol. Anyways, thank you Justin and Charlie for making fun of me and I'm sorry if I made your day a bit of a bore. And stop calling me emo! &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;And I was wondering why the heck Justin and Charlie weren't talking that much with each other either. They would have probably been talking like crazy if I weren't there. lol. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Poor Charlie had some problems. His shoes were giving him trouble. He got blisters and his feet hurt. :/ &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;X2 was AWESOME! Well worth the wait! And I find that I don't think many of the other rides that amazing. Just a select few that I find awesome. lol. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Oh and I wore jeans but I had shorts underneath. I was debating on whether or not I should take off my jeans because my legs were getting friggin sweaty. lol. Eventually I did. Much better. :)&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;We were playing Egyptian War (aka Slappy Slap) when we all slapped and one of my nails bent COMPLETELY backwards. I had to force that fucker to bend back and SHIT did it hurt! I was afraid to slap after that so for the rest of the game, I started losing. (-_-) And OMG Justin is such a cheater! I saw him pull that ace from the bottom of his pile. That betch! It's NO WONDER why he won. &amp;gt;:P  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;We said our farewells to the others and off we went. Listened to some Dane Cook on the way back. Honestly, today was ok. Those guys were funny. The rides were fun. I was just shy as always. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Justin dropped us off at Charlie's place and I played with his dog whom I love so much while I waited for my mom to pick me up. Oh how I love that dog. Anyways… For some reason he kept going up to my arm and I'm thinking "wtf?" so I just moved him off my arm and yet he still went for it. And I'm thinking "wtf? Does my arm smell like food or something?" Then Charlie comes in the room, with food of course, and I tell him that his dog keeps trying to jump on my arm and Charlie says "Oh. He's trying to hump you." I was just like o_O EWW! What the heck!? Haha. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;When I got home, I immediately wanted to take a shower but I was thinking "I'm gonna take a shower anyways, so I might as well work out." So then I ran a mile on our treadmill. Not much, I know but it was enough for me. LOL. I don't even know why we have that thing. It's like, one day my dad just saw it and thought "hmm. That looks nice. I think I'll buy it and never use it. Then perhaps I'll leave it outside for a year or two to collect some dust. :)" So now I'm thinking. Hey. He bought that sucker HOW long ago? So now I'm gonna put it to some good use. So every day I shall run and perhaps I'll get my good ol track legs back. ;) Honestly though. He bought it and used it about once or twice. Then it went outside for a bit. Then when I tried to use it a year ago, every time I tried to use it, this HORRIBLE smell just came from it. Just disgusting! It smelled like something crawled up in there, got stuck in the gears or something and just DIED and rotted away leaving this horrible stench. So when I used it two days ago, I didn't smell a thing. But today, on the other hand, I could smell it… and yet I still ran. lol. It's not so bad because the treadmill's outside and the wind just carries it away because before, when it was inside, the smell just filled the whole room and it was simply unbearable. So yeah, I shall run and ignore the smell. :)    &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Lesson of today. Don't bring a backpack to six flags. $13 for an all day locker!? $1 for those lockers at the ride!? FOCK NO! Only bring what you absolutely NEED! Ticket, cell, wallet, lip balm. And put sun block .. you get to the park. Camera? No way I'm risking losing mine again. No Thankyouuu.   &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Hmm. I've noticed that when I'm in a place where I know ABSOLUTELY no one and there's no one I know with me, I'm able to make new friends. lol. It's like, when I'm with my friends I'm this one person they're all used to but when I'm somewhere completely unfamiliar I'm someone else. It's weird, I know. I don't know how to explain it. (-_-)&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Ok... This post isn't as short as I thought it would be… Fuck I'm getting really sleepy. I'm fucking tired. I can barely keep my eyes open. *yawn* (p_-)o&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I think I'll turn in for the night. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;fin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-7498770667268831824?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/7498770667268831824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/06/060208sixflags.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/7498770667268831824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/7498770667268831824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/06/060208sixflags.html' title='060208SixFlags.'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-6417967048159047858</id><published>2008-06-02T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:52:49.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bored.</title><content type='html'>WALLA WALLA WALLA!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;1.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Is it cute when guys kiss you on your forehead?&lt;BR/&gt;oh yes. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;2.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;A big poofy dress or a short party dress?&lt;BR/&gt;short party dress. who the heck would want poofy!?&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;3.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;What would you do if you received a long love letter?&lt;BR/&gt;bitch at my friends and say "this isn't funny you guys!"&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;4.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Group dates or single dates?&lt;BR/&gt;hmm. single would be nice. but i'd be sooo nervous. lol.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;5.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Do you hate it when guys act different around their friends?&lt;BR/&gt;depends, because they can become such jerk offs but sometimes they're a lot cooler when they're around their friends.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;6.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Are diamonds a girl's best friend?&lt;BR/&gt;psh. no. i don't care about expensive shit. i don't need it. i KNOW who my best friends are.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;7.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Is your hair up or down today?&lt;BR/&gt;up! it's friggin hot! well, not really. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;8.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Do you straighten your hair?&lt;BR/&gt;yep yep. which reminds me... i need a haircut.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;9.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Favorite mascara?&lt;BR/&gt;i don't use it. i'll try it some day.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;10.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Do you get your nails done?&lt;BR/&gt;nope. i'd like to at least once in my life. lol. i used to be such a terrible nail biter and i barely stopped this year. lol. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;11.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Small or large purses?&lt;BR/&gt;LARGE because I have a lot of shit.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;12.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;In your purse, what are your must haves?&lt;BR/&gt;wallet, phone, keys, DS, cards, carmex, ipod, lotion, camera? LOL. ok maybe they're not MUST haves.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;13.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Jeans or sweats?&lt;BR/&gt;jeans. i usually only wear sweats at home.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;14.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Do you wear clothes/shoes/jewelry that's uncomfortable?&lt;BR/&gt;no. not really.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;15.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Do you text message a lot?&lt;BR/&gt;more than i talk on the phone. i always sound so uncomfortable on the phone. lol. wouldn't you agree?&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;16.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;What would you do if you got pregnant?&lt;BR/&gt;i can't imagine it. i have no idea what i would do. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;17.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;What's your favorite color?&lt;BR/&gt;green, blue, black, brown? lol. i'm not picky.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;18.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Heels or flats?&lt;BR/&gt;flats. i don't have a lot of heels. need to buy some though. but flats give my feet a terrible looking tan. lol.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;19.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Did you ever cry during a romantic movie?&lt;BR/&gt;well YEAH!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;20.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Would you ever leave the house without make-up on?&lt;BR/&gt;yeah, when i know there's no one to impress. lol.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;21.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Walmart or Target?&lt;BR/&gt;target. there's no walmarts where i live. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;22.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Do you wear collared shirts?&lt;BR/&gt;sometimes but not really.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;23.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Do you like preppy boys?&lt;BR/&gt;sometimes. if they look a certain way. ;) lol. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;24.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Do you think lip gloss is the best!?&lt;BR/&gt;don't use it. haha. i remember those days when i used one with glitter on it. it tasted of watermelon. yummeh.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;25.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Do you own any big sunglasses?&lt;BR/&gt;uh no. but i DO need some for when i drive. X[&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;26.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;How long does it take you to get ready in the morning?&lt;BR/&gt;forever. lol. 30 mins to actually get out of bed. 30 mins shower, change, hair, etc. 15 mins eat. lol. i like to take my time. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;27.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Do you like to wear band-aids?&lt;BR/&gt;why would I LIKE to?&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;28.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Do you like skater boys?&lt;BR/&gt;oh yes.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;29.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Do you often wish there was something you could change?&lt;BR/&gt;of course. there's too much shit in this world. haha. gas prices for one. lol.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;30.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Gold or silver?&lt;BR/&gt;seelberrr&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;31.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Do you like to receive flowers?&lt;BR/&gt;yes. They make me feel special. lol. haha. I remember my friend needed a dollar so I let him borrow one. He ended up buying me a rose with a note saying "thanks for the dollar" hahaha. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;32.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Do you like surfer boys?&lt;BR/&gt;hmm. yeah, they're cool.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;33.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Do you dress up for the holidays?&lt;BR/&gt;sometimes. if i feel like it. :P but it's always fun to dress up.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;34.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Do you like to wear dresseses?&lt;BR/&gt;yes!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;35.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;On a scale of 1-10 how much do guys confuse you?&lt;BR/&gt;haha. um… 10? I'm really clueless when it comes to guys. -_- haha. sometimes i don't pick up the signs until it's too late or until someone tells me. lol. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;36.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;In the last 48 hours have you hung out with a guy?&lt;BR/&gt;nope. darn.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;37.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Would you date a guy shorter than you?&lt;BR/&gt;i'm not sure. if i really liked him, it wouldn't matter now would it.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;38.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Do you like to hold hands?&lt;BR/&gt;yes. *sigh* if only my hands didn't get sweaty so easily. -_-&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;39.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;What is the youngest you would date?&lt;BR/&gt;one year younger than me. haha. but when i'm old, it'd be cool to date a twentysomething year old. lol. cougar. rawr!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;40.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;What is the oldest you would date?&lt;BR/&gt;hmm. i dunno.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;41.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;What do you notice when you first meet a guy?&lt;BR/&gt;hmm. eyes. then the smile. *sigh*&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;42.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Is it hott when guys sweat?&lt;BR/&gt;uh. no. haha. ok sometimes yes. ;) depends on the situation. lol.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;43.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;What is the best feature in a guy?&lt;BR/&gt;his personality and ability to make people laugh, but not so much that it gets annoying.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;44.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Do you like making eye contact?&lt;BR/&gt;i guess so. lol.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;46.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Would you kill for chocolate?&lt;BR/&gt;psh no. i'll buy my own shiz!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;47.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Did you ever spend all day/night getting pretty for a guy?&lt;BR/&gt;HA! yeah right. the only time i've ever spent the whole day trying to look "pretty" was for a debut. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;48.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;On a scale from 1-10 how fun is shopping?&lt;BR/&gt;10. increase those endorphins baby! lol. but all that goes away at the end of the day when you realize you're broke. -_-&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;49.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Do you freak out if you miss your favorite show?&lt;BR/&gt;no. but I get really really sad. :(… but i know there's always reruns. &amp;lt;3&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;50.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Do you yell a lot?&lt;BR/&gt;no. i have no need to. :)&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;51.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Do you wear sweatpants/pajamas to school/work?&lt;BR/&gt;i did a couple of times. once when me and my friends decided to have a pajama day. lol. i remember because my cousin just so happened to wear his pajamas too. haha. such a coincidence.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;52.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Have you ever dressed unlike yourself to impress a guy?&lt;BR/&gt;no. i am ME!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;53.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Do you write a lot of mushy love poems?&lt;BR/&gt;i could if i wanted to. lol. plus, i've never been in love. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;54.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;What makeup could you not live w/ out?&lt;BR/&gt;eyeliner.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;55.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Do you fall in love easily?&lt;BR/&gt;i think i would. tsk tsk.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;56.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Do you have cramps?&lt;BR/&gt;sometimes when i run and when it's the most wonderful time of the monthhhh…&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;57.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Do you think you have the bestest friend ever? &lt;BR/&gt;i love my friends. &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-6417967048159047858?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/6417967048159047858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/06/bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/6417967048159047858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/6417967048159047858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/06/bored.html' title='bored.'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-7759658726709669125</id><published>2008-06-01T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:43:09.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>060108.</title><content type='html'>A Midsummer Night's Dream @ ERHS&lt;BR/&gt;It was ok. Funny stuff. :) Eagle Rock had improved their sound equipment but they still had their problems. Many times I didn't catch what the heck they were saying but most of the time I could hear. The set was amazing though. They had this tree that lit up and this cool rock set piece. It was really impressive. As I compare it to the LB theatre, the sets are 10x more awesome and the programs are 100x nicer. It's kinda sad when you think about it. Sad for the college but very impressive that a high school could put on such an amazing show. lol. It's the sets that get me every time.  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I don't get… &lt;BR/&gt;-Why they ALWAYS have to do a dance sequence. It's pretty useless I'd say. I dunno. I just don't like it. &lt;BR/&gt;-The glitter. I haven't seen so much glitter in a play in my whole life. lol. Those fairies always throwing glitter all over the stage and when someone fell, they'd be covered in it. lol. And there I was… sitting, enjoying the play when BAM a handful of glitter just came out of nowhere and fell all over me. That's what I get for choosing an aisle seat. &lt;BR/&gt;-Why people clap when they KNOW the play's not over yet. EVERY time the lights went out they'd clap. Then seconds later the lights would go on and they play would continue but they'd still be clapping. Stupid shit. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;FAN-FREAKING-TASTIC! (one goal I can't accomplish :[ )&lt;BR/&gt;That goddamn universal studios back lot burned down. And they're supposedly closing down universal studios for more than a month! And guess what happens in a month. My year pass expires! Ain't that great!? Those fuckers. I haven't even used my pass more than twice since I got it! It's just… just… GRRRRRARRRRRRR!!!!!! &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Drunk Dialed…&lt;BR/&gt;Funniest conversations ever! LOL. bits and pieces "I… am… DRUNK! HAHAHAHA! I was like naw nigga! He was like s'all you nigga! And I be like o what!? I was like OOOH SHIT! HAHAHAHAHA! Yeah. AND WHAT!? My head hurts. I LOVE YOU! She's hot, she's sexy, she's fly, alright!" I laughed so much that my stomach started hurting. Yep. 1am for about an hour and a half. Hilarious stuff. Oh and I got a lovely voice mail too. :) good times.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Anyways…&lt;BR/&gt;After the play I went to CVS and I noticed that people were looking at me weird. Then when I got back to the car, I noticed in my reflection that I was still covered in glitter! (-_-) Stupid glitter. Grrrarrrr.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Tomorrow…&lt;BR/&gt;I just might go to 6 flags. Maybe, maybe not. We'll see. :)&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Fin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-7759658726709669125?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/7759658726709669125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/06/060108.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/7759658726709669125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/7759658726709669125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/06/060108.html' title='060108.'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-2339660978788899954</id><published>2008-05-29T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:41:57.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>052908.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Damnit! I didn't wake up early enough to bring her to work. So no car for Steffy today. :(&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Oh yeah. Yesterday...&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;The fun of  registration...&lt;BR/&gt;I hadn't realized that it was my registration day until Jess texted me saying that all her classes were full... So I called her up so we could stress out together. lol. I... HATE that stupid lancer website! I was at it for hours (that's what she said) and I came THIS close to breaking something. I swear it was SO hard (that's what she said) to do something SO simple that would only take about 20 minutes tops if that website hadn't been fucking up so much. I even called to try and register that way but it was nearly as bad "the number you entered was... 0... 0... 8... 4... blah blah blah" in that lovely monotone voice I love so much. (-_-) And in the end that call amounted to nothing because it just ended up telling me to either go to the school or go on the lancer site. *sigh* At least after all that screaming and frustration I got what I needed (that's what she said [lol what's with me today?]) and s'all good baby! But still... FOCK you lancer!! t(-_-t)&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;The Norton Simon museum...&lt;BR/&gt;I never knew that such cute guys worked at museums. LOL! And I saw this one cute artsy guy that was drawing and I just thought "mmm that's sexy." lol. Anyways, I went for the art! Not for the men! (but it doesn't hurt to look ;P)&lt;BR/&gt;It was fun. Surprisingly, I was there about 3 hours. o_O I was glad that I could actually take time to actually LOOK at the art rather than just glance and move along. I was only disappointed in the fact that the special exhibitions weren't ready yet. meh. I think I'll go back sometime. &lt;BR/&gt;If you think I'm a loser for having fun at an art museum... STFU betch! &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;After the museum...&lt;BR/&gt;I drove down to paseo since it was right there anyways and I walked up and down Colorado and returned that dress at forever 21. And once again I saw that couple that I kept on seeing at the museum. After that I went to ER Plaza and I bought sandy a new screen protector because I felt bad that I fucked hers up. I walked around a bit, bought some food, picked my mom up from work, and went home to finish my pcc registration crap that pissed me off.  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;The Beach...&lt;BR/&gt;I wanna go I wanna go I wanna go! I want to tan! I want to make sand castles! I want to bodyboard! I want to have a bonfire!&lt;BR/&gt;Hmm. Why is it that our family always goes to Redondo? We never go anywhere else. I'm not saying that it's not fun or anything, but why don't we ever go anywhere else? I don't like their sand though. It's so coarse and sometimes it scrapes at my skin. Not so much fun sometimes. lol. Whatever! Any beach is fine with me! Can we just GO please! Just so long as I can stare into that big blue ocean, lay on the beach and listen to the waves crash I'll be happy. :)&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Music...&lt;BR/&gt;Don't you hate it when you hear this song but you don't know what it's called and it drives you crazy trying to figure it out! Sandy and I have been hearing that song OVER and OVER and we still don't know what the fuck it's called! Every time it comes up we're like "What's it called!? Where else is that song from!?" AAAAAH! It sucks especially when there are no lyrics and you can't just look it up online. Like a symphony, piano, instrumentals, etc. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Summmerrrrrr...&lt;BR/&gt;I'm worried that I won't have time to hang out with my friends. All of us have different time schedules at pcc. And what's going to happen when I get a job? Then NO ONE will have time to go out. Rawr!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Goals...&lt;BR/&gt;It would be nice to set some summer goals don't you think? hmm...&lt;BR/&gt;- go to the beach at least 3 times&lt;BR/&gt;- read at least 3 books&lt;BR/&gt;- finish at least 1 DS game &lt;BR/&gt;- go clubbing (if my mother permits)&lt;BR/&gt;- pass my summer classes (easy peasy)&lt;BR/&gt;- exercise more&lt;BR/&gt;- have at least 3 parties, maybe 4 (friends, family, LB friends)&lt;BR/&gt;- learn something new&lt;BR/&gt;- gain weight&lt;BR/&gt;- go to universal (gawd am I getting tired of that place) at least 3 times before our pass expires&lt;BR/&gt;- go to disneyland &amp;amp; 6 flags&lt;BR/&gt;- go to the tofu festival&lt;BR/&gt;- watch all those new movies that are out&lt;BR/&gt;- get a job&lt;BR/&gt;- learn how to drive on the freeway&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;These aren't in any specific order. I just wrote them down as they came to mind. I'll probably add more when I think of them. We'll see. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;OOOOHKAAAAY THEN. TODAY! What will I do? I think I'll read s'more, clean s'more, eat s'more, and sleep s'more. SOMEONE PLEASE call me or come over or SOMETHING! lol. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;p.s. I hate Jacco for getting the word "betch" stuck in my everyday vocabulary. That betch...&lt;/B&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-2339660978788899954?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/2339660978788899954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/05/052908.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/2339660978788899954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/2339660978788899954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/05/052908.html' title='052908.'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-345194780287180351</id><published>2008-05-27T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:40:22.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>052708.</title><content type='html'>Memorial Day.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Woot woot! Finally! I got my external hard drive! Finally! I got a TV in my room! Finally! I got to hang with the short ones! Finally! My dad finally got his beloved 52 inch flat screen!  And FINALLY! I got to hang out with the cousins! My loves! &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I hung out with the short ones for Ann's birthday. We ate and had a bunch of laughs and went shopping! Haha. I missed those kids. They always have such hilarious stories to tell. They helped me pick out a dress but when I got home, I realized that it was a biiiiit too short. I'll return it tomorrow I guess.  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Afterwards, Sandy and I drove to Justin's to save Chris and Neil from a boring party. We went back to our place where we fed them and we played DS! When I walked into my dad's room all I said was "WOW…" and it looked like he'd been sitting in front of the TV for forever. lol. Chris went to the computer to download some music. psh. He got nearly all of my instrumentals. lol. Kevin, Anty, and Ape were at the party and I suppose they were bored also because they walked up the hill to my house. haha!  They called and told me they were lost so Chris and I went to go get em. We ran back up the hill and when we got to the house, we were all gasping for air. Haha. We played some board games. Twas fun. ^_^&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I didn't exactly expect to have such a fun time today but I did and I'm happy. &amp;lt;3&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;My dad was about to get me the 500GB but they ran out of them so he got the 250 instead. Now Ron and John can give me all those shows I wanted. YESSS! I don't even know if it's enough space. :/ hopefully it is. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;My dad's new TV is beautiful! Such a clear picture that makes you go o_O WOOOOW! And now I have their old TV. I've never had a TV in my room... I repeat, NEVER. And now I do. :) Still, I don't think I'll be watching &lt;I&gt;that&lt;/I&gt;  much TV. lol. I think I'll be watching my movies and my seasons dvds more. I have missed a lot of my favorite shows. And I think most of them are already done until next season. :( Anyways, the first thing I did  was get my good ol Nintendo NES and play TETRIS! HAHA! Yes, I know I'm a dork for doing that. :P &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;We also got a new washer after what? 8 years or something (and it was used when we bought it). Yeah this was quite a weekend for spending mucho dinero.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I was reading the poems from Out Loud: Slam Poetry and it brought back memories. When Charlie danced with that girl, that cute, funny asian guy, that guy that mooned his ass and balls to the whole audience, the dancing, the piano. I WISH so badly that I could've gone to see it again.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Going to class every day sure did pay off. Lauren gave me and Jess free tickets, 2 each, to this place called The Garage Theatre and she said that if we loved Out Loud, we'd LOVE The Garage. So I can't wait! XD &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;My gawd do I have the strangest dreams. Sometimes they seem so real and when I wake up I think "Oh my gawd. What the fuck was &lt;I&gt;that&lt;/I&gt;?" Like when you have one of those sex dreams and you suddenly wake up with a cold sweat. And don't you hate when you can't remember what the heck you've dreamt the other night but you want to remember but all you know is that it was an awesome dream. lol. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I need to get a fucking car! I need to learn how to drive on the freeway! I think tomorrow I'll drive my mom in the morning so I can have her car for the rest of the day. I want to go to the Norton Simon tomorrow. Yes I know, what a loser. But I want to go because when I go with other people, they're always so rushed and I really want to actually take the time to look at the art this time. I'll be alone but I'll be fine. :) &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Yesterday was awesome. Today was pretty boring. A lot of cleaning, reading. I even got bored enough to watch all the mini movies that I made. Pirates of Physiology (still think the version that I edited was better), the Desde El Puerto Music Video (horrible pero muy comico), Anatomy for Disaster (can't believe Ann fit in that suitcase &amp;amp; the part when Jess died will always make me laugh), Oedipus Rex (silly fun! Ron and his shrieks of pain! LOL! and I remember people saying "why didn't he use the gun in the first place" when I presented it to the class :P), and goodness I was even bored enough to watch Stacey's debut (gosh did I dance badly, but I still miss it!) I think I would've loved to have joined drama in High School. Damn. I remember I was THIS close to joining photography. UGH! Focking Aye! AND I wanted to join journalism because my teacher said that I'd like it but the journalism teacher never got to me. So stupid of me. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;The last Laker game pissed me the fuck off. The whole fourth quarter I had my head down on the table. Sandy saw how hard I was taking it so she stopped cheering for the Spurs. Cmon you guys, please win today!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;*sigh* Plans for Friday have been canceled and I was so looking forward to it because I KNOW the rest of this week is going to be boring. And I miss my buddies. *sigh* All my friends still have school. Jessy dear has work. I suppose I'll have to just read more books, play my DS, watch more anime, download some music, clean some more, run, look for a job. LOL. I guess I DO have a lot of stuff to do. haha. no worries then. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Ok. 2nd half of the game. Laterrrrrzzzz!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I wasn't really paying that much attention when I wrote this blog. Just saying random things. Wonder if it makes sense. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-345194780287180351?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/345194780287180351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/05/052708.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/345194780287180351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/345194780287180351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/05/052708.html' title='052708.'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-8973210641155449726</id><published>2008-05-24T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:39:14.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>052408.</title><content type='html'>Gawd I wish that I knew who the heck reads my blogs! I'd very much like to know who the heck cares enough to read my stories. rawr! haha.  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Yesterday was pretty awesome. I hung out with Jess, Jean and John (lol. i should call them the J Crew or something [steffy's an outcast! haha.]). Despite the rain and wind it was still fun. :) We drove to Belmont Shores (turns out we've been there before with Michelle&amp;amp;Marvin). We got some food from this deli (forgot what it was called). XP Anyways, we decided to eat at the beach but it was WAY too windy and sand was getting all over the place. So we ended up just eating in the car, then playing some TETRIS babyyy! I won about 2 times :(, Jean 0, Jess 4?, and that damn John won with 5. UGH! That mofo. Anyways, we went walking and it started to rain so we went into this coffee shop (forgot what it was called too. haha.). We stayed there playing pusoy dos and that was a blast! I swear. All I need is a deck of cards and that would be the life of the party. haha. John left to go to work after a while. The rest of us stayed in his car and played Call of Duty to pass the time and wait for the rain to die down. So then the two lovers and the third wheel went walking around, checking out the muy expensive stores. I didn't plan on buying anything anyways but it was fun. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Let's see, Let's see. Afterwards, we drove to Santa Anita mall. On the drive there I decided to sleep but when I heard Jess talking about playing the alphabet game, I couldn't resist! I really do love that game but sometimes you just run out of lists. Haha. Even the car ride was a blast. Oh how I love hanging out with those guys but sometimes I worry if I'm the third wheel or something. :/ Hopefully they don't think that way of me. Yep yep. Went shopping. I bought a couple of halter tops. I wanted a halter dress but sadly I couldn't find any nice ones. Jess spent about $80 and she felt bad because she was "wasting" money. She worked hard for that money. It wouldn't be fair if she never spent any of that hard earned dinero on herself. Right? She deserves it. After a while, my feet started hurting like a BITCH! Fucking boots. I haven't worn them in forever but I didn't expect to be walking so much today. Aww man! I really wanted to see that art gallery cafe thing. I was SO in the mood for some ART! Rawr! :/ Oh well. Next time I suppose.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;After the mall, they dropped me off. I ate some food while watching the Laker game with my dad. We laughed at how badly the Spurs were getting their asses whooped. Sandy informed us that her dearest love, Ramley, wasn't watching the game, hoping that if he doesn't watch it, the Spurs might magically win. Haha! Chris called and asked me if I wanted to watch the rest of the game with him. He told me he was speeding to my house because the game was nearly over. We went to Stacey's place but she wasn't there. When she finally came, I was yelling "Open the door! We're missing it!!" Yes, i know the Lakers had pretty much already won the game but you just gotta finish it. Haha. We ate more food and after the game was over, weturned on the Wii! Woot Woot! I wanted to play brawl but Nikki wanted to play sports. :/ Sports was still fun though. I whooped her arse at tennis. Haha. Whooped Chris's ass in tennis. Mwahahaha! He wanted a rematch and he friggin beat me! Rawr! Did some boxing, bowling. Then at some point Chris walked into the living room wearing a tube top. LOL! And I must say... Hilarious shit! Plenty of pictures taken but sadly I'll only be posting up ONE as requested by Chris. I pity the boy but I envy him for his boobs are bigger than mine. LOL.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Me mum called and wanted me home. I was kinda mad because it was so early and it was my first day of freedom and I wanted it to last. But alas, all good things must come to an end. Chrissy drove me home and I went straight to my laptop to watch some anime when I realized that I had Stacey's R4 in my DS. I felt bad but at the same time oh so good because I had an R4 to play with! LOL.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Dearest Chris tells me not to go for it. I want to but... Last time, I didn't listen and look what happened. I think I'll listen this time. Hopefully I do and I don't get hurt. But it's the painful experiences that help you the most right? If someone hurts me, they've helped me learn about trust and about being careful about who I open my heart to. I hate being shy. I wish I could just GO for what I want, fearless of rejection, etc. If i never overcome these obstacles in my life, I'll never be able to realize my potential. I need to appreciate every moment in my life and take those risks because I may never be able to experience some things again. We'll see if I break out of my oh so tight shell. It probably won't happen. Chris doesn't want to see me get hurt again. He doesn't want to see me get played. He's a cousin that cares. I know he does. I don't know what I'm going to do. He's an awesome guy. Outgoing, tells funny stories, listens to awesome music. Good for me right? I need an outgoing guy to help me break out! But still, I feel my shyness wouldn't help at all. I don't want to be with someone if I can't help them grow as a person. I'm so unsure of myself. *sigh* Steffy... what WILL we do with you. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Anyways... On another note I want to have a party! Several parties, in fact. I just need to plan when and who. Hmm... I'll plan later. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;WOOT WOOT! It's nearly 4am! I haven't stayed up this late since winter break. HAHA! My first day of freedom was awesome. Thank you to all those who made it so. &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-8973210641155449726?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/8973210641155449726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/05/052408.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/8973210641155449726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/8973210641155449726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/05/052408.html' title='052408.'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-3086152302772583044</id><published>2008-05-22T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:37:47.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>052208sleep.</title><content type='html'>When you sleep, sometimes things happen and you're not sure if you dreamt it or if it really happened. For instance, as I was "studying" for my last final by reading the book while lying down (stupid. I know), I dozed off into a deep sleep. At some point I wasn't completely sure if Sandy walked in my room and asked me a question. *sigh* Oh well. Haha. And when I suddenly woke up, I thought to myself, "I'm horny." but it just turned out to be my ring tone talking. Which reminds me, I am in desperate need of a new ring tone. I always get strange looks from people when they hear "UH! SO HORNY! UH UH! SO HORNY! ME LOVE YOU LONG TIME!" This isn't much of a surprise though. I mean, I'd think someone was weird if they had that kind of ring tone. Wouldn't you? My phone went off HOW many times during class!? About 7 or 8 I'd say. It's pretty funny when it happens. Silence… Then out of nowhere "UH! SO HORNY!" My mind screams "Shit! Not again!" as I rummage through my bag to silence that proclamation of sexual desire. Haha!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Anyways, what's up with the weather today??? I mean, woah! In the morning it was pretty sunny, then later in the afternoon it became all thunder and lightning, then the rain, then no rain. I hate how every other week the weather changes. One week it's burning hot, and then the next week it's freezing cold. WTF!  And tomorrow we had plans to go to the park but I guess that's not going to happen. It's a good thing we planned other things to do. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Lakers! Damn I knew I should've watched the game last night. I got home and I saw the score. I didn't want to see my babies lose, plus I had to study for my last final. Later that night my mom informed me that the Lakers actually won that game. "It was GOOD!" she said, "It was scary to watch." Haha. Silly mommy. It's funny how my mom, my dad, and I are rooting for the Lakers while my sister cheers for the Spurs (but that's only because her boyfriend loves them). She told me that once, the Spurs were losing and her boyfriend was pissed, and she said "They still have the 4th quarter" and he replied "One more quarter for the Lakers to win!" My Gawd! What a douche! Bitch just because your team's losing, doesn't mean you should take it out on my sister. She was only telling him that the Spurs still had hope but he was too pissed off to get it. Grrrarrr that makes me mad!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Tuition went up a fantastic $300! Horray! not. At least I think it's 300. I really want a job and I really don't want to spend it on myself despite all these things that I want. I just want to help my parents pay. Soon I'll be getting a car, and next semester I'll be getting an apartment. It's just too much for them. I really hope that when I get a job, I don't spend too much on myself. Let's not get greedy stef. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Ok. Wtf are you doing? You're supposed to be studying woman! Vacationitis, as Jess calls it. Summer has already started for me. Come on stef. It's the last one. Get to it!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Ok bye.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Fin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-3086152302772583044?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/3086152302772583044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/05/052208sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/3086152302772583044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/3086152302772583044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/05/052208sleep.html' title='052208sleep.'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-8121165507515222368</id><published>2008-05-22T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:36:00.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>052108random.</title><content type='html'>aaaah!!!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;i love tetris but sometimes it just drives me crazy. jess and i play a LOT during school buuuuut &lt;BR/&gt;when her mom picks us up and i close my eyes to sleep, all i see are those fucking blocks falling falling falling! &lt;BR/&gt;i just wanna sleep and all i see is tetris! &lt;BR/&gt;aaaaah!! the madness! &lt;BR/&gt;cyan, orange, yellow, green, purple, red, blue! &lt;BR/&gt;one mistake and you could be through! &lt;BR/&gt;shapes I, J, L, O, S, T, Z! &lt;BR/&gt;i have to think of a strategy. &lt;BR/&gt;seriously though, it's really hard to sleep with tetris on my mind. X[ rawr!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;anyways... jess has reminded me that now that it's summer, we can get back to watching our anime!! woot woot! yea boiii!! and now i can actually play those ds games that i had bought but never played. lol. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;fock i need an external hard drive! i keep downloading and downloading and now i only have 10 GB left on my laptop! aaaarrrrggghhh! &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;aaaaannnnndddd i want a longboard soooo bad! i had a dream the other night that i was skating and it was fuuuuun! lol. charlie says i should get a sector 9 but first i'll be needing some dineroooo which equals JOB!!! but then i need a car!! and ever since i hit that parked car, my mom's 1982 datsun, now mine, has been deemed undrivable. I mean, it works but my dad says it's unsafe. -_- &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;one more final to go but my mind has pretty much already checked out of school. so far I have a B in chem.. I only did well on that final because i remembered the answers from the practice midterm, which were exactly the same ones on the final. i had NO idea how to actually solve the problem but thank goodness i remembered the answers. lol. probably an A in soc. an A in history if i only get 4 wrong on the final on friday. probably a C in posc. -_- and obviously an A in theatre. haha. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;it would seem that all construction on the house has ceased. now all that's left is an empty, unfinished room that we can't even use. not to mention all that trash just sitting in the backyard. guess it just slipped my parent's mind that we needed a permit in order to do construction on our house. haha. sure, it's nice and quiet now. no more hammering and drilling. but still… that extra room would've been nice. what is to become of that room? i don't know. not sure if they're going to just tear it all down and start all over again or keep working with what they've done. such a waste of money. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;gawd I can't stop watching this show! it's so sad though. so much betrayal. deceit. and it seems like his quest will NEVER end. :(  I just find it hilarious how in EVERY episode his clothes get thrashed to ribbons and yet at the end of each one, he manages to get the exact same outfit. lol. and YES I know that's how ALL cartoons are but I mean, EVERY episode!? come on! he IS awesome though. kicking ass when necessary, helping pretty much everyone he crosses. i just hate how it seems like he just ends up back to square one at the end of each episode but it's cool cuz it shows how much he's willing to sacrifice for others, even if it means that his quest would never end. the designs for the show are pretty awesome too. :) haha. i barely finished the first season but i likes it mucho. :P hahahahahaha! currently watching one of the funniest episodes. XD [one episode later… ohmaigah another hilarious episode! XDDDD!!!] [one season finale later... "Once upon a time there was a sweet little girl, with a red riding cape and GREAT FLAAAAMING EYEBROWS!" HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!]&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;"finally! you're happy again." he said to me a long while back. now just because i've gotten over justin and i like someone else (hate how they call him "the apple guy"), it doesn't exactly mean that i'm happy. i'm not happy that i've lost a friend, maybe two, because things didn't work out and things got AWKWARRRRRD. i DO miss last semester sometimes. those were some awesome times. i miss mike and justin, the two lovers, friends that seem to have drifted away. mike, I still love him. how can anyone NOT love him? and justin, well, i'm pretty much nothing to him nowadays. not even a friendly hello when we see him, which isn't often. but i don't talk to him either so yeah.  at least he talks to jess when he hangs out with us. not sure if he just wants to avoid me or if he thinks i want to avoid him. well, I didn't want to avoid him but i was just quiet every time he hung out with us. i mean, he really just broke me and i don't think he knew how bad it was… anyways… i also miss when c&amp;amp;j would come over to my house every friday to watch movies and just spend time with each other. i know it's not good to dwell in the past. i know those days are gone. but is it wrong to say that those days were good to me? things change, people change. it's inevitable. but everything happens for a reason. i remember jess telling me to go for it because she didn't want me to regret never trying. and i really don't regret what happened in the past. it was an experience that i have learned from. so thank you for the memories.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;fdsajiofwqoyn! gonna wake up early tomorrow... erm today... to run &amp;amp; play tennis. so… i'll watch the last episode of season one then i'll go to bed. :) talk about other stuff later. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;fin. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;quick note on cancer sticks. haven't had one in 2 weeks. feeling pretty good about myself. i quit. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-8121165507515222368?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/8121165507515222368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/05/052108random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/8121165507515222368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/8121165507515222368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/05/052108random.html' title='052108random.'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-775259138150951773</id><published>2008-05-16T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:34:28.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>051608nanay.</title><content type='html'>i feel really bad for nanay. she really HAS just lost her mind. she doesn't know who we are. she usually just sits there... and it really is sad to watch. sometimes she's cleaning... picking up trash on the floor and putting it into bags with clothes and papers. then when she leaves we have to put everything back where it was. we'd never know if she threw away any important papers or took any clothes that she thought were hers.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;i don't think she really understands either. i mean, she laughs at my dad's jokes... and NO ONE ever laughs at my dad's jokes. honestly. i think she only laughs because HE laughs. she doesn't know who anyone is and when my mom tries to quiz her, sons become uncles, daughters become cousins, and she even thinks tatay's alive sometimes. when we know she took something that wasn't hers, they ask her "where did you get that? it's nice." and she would respond "oh. tatay gave it to me."&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;then i think of tatay and how much i loved him as a child. and i think about how i never got to see him when i was older and how i never got to say goodbye. all i wanted to do was just say goodbye. and when my mom got the call that he had died... i just walked to my room... locked the door... and broke down in tears. then all the memories of him playing with me and michael just rushed through my head, causing my tears to flow even harder... sandy was very much unaffected by the news of his death. she didn't love him. she had no memories... i know i didn't see him when i was older but i cried my heart out for him. i really did... i really just wanted to say goodbye. same with tita tess. when we last saw her, i wanted to scream "wait! wait!," run to her, hug her tightly, and say "goodbye" because i knew it would be the last time i would see her alive... but my feet wouldn't move. i just stood there as they rolled her away into a different room. i'll always remember her face as it disappeared though the doorway... i'll always regret that. i never got to say goodbye... &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;anyways... back to nanay. they tell her when to sleep. they tell her when to eat because she supposedly doesn't know when she's hungry. they try to entertain her by putting on a movie but she ends up just getting up and "cleaning" the house. then she's always trying to "escape." we'd wake up in the morning and go downstairs only to discover her trying to open the door. she's ask for the keys, and even though they were right in front of her, we'd tell her that we didn't know where they were. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;i remember when she ran away from our house. we had NO idea where she was. everyone was freaking out. even called the cops. then we found out that she walked to tita dory's place. she had been threatening that she would to back to the philippines but we didn't expect her to run away like that. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;also sad is the fact that the aunts and uncles just trade her off every weekend or so since no one wants to take care of her. and she really just wants go to back home. i think she'd be happier there. but she can't go because of issues with health insurance or something. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;X[ ok i'm gonna stop talking. i have finals to study for. -_- and good luck to everyone with that. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;i just started talking because it was our turn to take care of her this weekend. and it's always the same. every time... :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-775259138150951773?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/775259138150951773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/05/051608nanay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/775259138150951773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/775259138150951773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/05/051608nanay.html' title='051608nanay.'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-6003580843889334701</id><published>2008-05-11T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T15:15:31.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lakers</title><content type='html'>laker games are fun to watch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get mad, i cheer, i scream, i complain. i even cuss and my mom looks at me in a way that says "WHAT did you just say young lady???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad's more of the "silent rage" kind of person. when the lakers do badly, he just sits there and takes another sip of his beer... but you KNOW he's pissed. haha. then if they lose, you'll hear him stomping all over the place once the game's over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom. her reaction to the lakers losing would be... "AY! i don't want to watch anymore!" or if she's not frustrated "that's it honey. they lost." oh you of so little faith. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sandy... well, when the spurs start losing, she grabs her phone and starts texting her "boi" since she only LIKES the spurs because HE does. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;GO LAKERS!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-6003580843889334701?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/6003580843889334701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/05/lakers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/6003580843889334701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/6003580843889334701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/05/lakers.html' title='lakers'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-1975379748450115665</id><published>2008-04-07T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:30:34.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>spring break.</title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT size="3"&gt;&lt;B&gt;the rest of my spring break. &lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;this is a long one so be prepared. lol.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;FONT size="3"&gt;&lt;B&gt;monday-wednesday&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I was pretty much bored at home. my history stuff was sitting there right in front of me as I told myself to DO MY ESSAY. and yet the words did not flow. the page was the same as it was a few days before. so difficult it is to do something when you just DON’T want to do it. haha. I should’ve finished my essay. I should’ve caught up with all my classes. but no… I refused. just watched naruto a most of the time, then eating… sleeping. haha. I just couldn’t stop myself. I just get so pissed off when things just keep getting more and more intense and I just HAVE to watch the next episode. damn them. hated waiting for that shit to load too but oh wells.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;a friend of mine had gotten into a car accident. a terrible way to start off spring break. :(  I was quite worried about my friend. wasn’t sure if they were hurt or not. but when I called they were ok. sure feel bad for em though. darn tree. why must you cost so much to replace? 10k? that’s madness. hopefully that was an exaggeration. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;one day I ran. down the hill, around that street, down eagle rock, then back up the hill. somehow I managed to pull something. don’t get how since I DID stretch before I started AND after I jogged for a bit. I think at some point I pushed myself a little too hard then suddenly OW! haha. I was at the bottom of the hill when the pain really set in. I stood there… looking at the steepness of it all and thought… FUCK! I was seriously about to just kill over.  so up I walked(more like limped)… pain and all… very slowly…  I felt like calling my dad and asking him to pick me up or something, but no… when I got home, I just opened the door and fell on the ground… just lying there for like 20 minutes before I got back up again. haha. &lt;BR/&gt;not sure how much I ran, but for me… it was a LOT.  I wish I hadn’t pulled something cuz I wanted to run every morning until school started again. :( so sad. *sigh* then I really hated the fact that we had so many fucking stairs in our house. took me forever to walk up and down those suckers. for days the pain would not go away but it eventually did. lesson learned… don’t push yourself too hard. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;FONT size="3"&gt;&lt;B&gt;thursday040308 jess’s birthday. XD (jess, stace, jean, ron) &lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;jean picked me up and we went to jess’s house. we brought our gifts down. jean had this strangely wrapped present and he said that if jess opened it in front of her parents they’d be like "WTF!?" he let me hold it and try to figure out what the heck it was. no… idea… jess wasn’t allowed to touch it since she might ruin the surprise. jess looked at my beautifully wrapped present which said "because you &amp;lt;3 him"  on it and said "what if my parents see that??" because she immediately thought that I was referring to jean. WRONGO! she flipped my present over and she could easily see through that damn plastic bag for a wrapping paper. "OOOH!" she yelled. "thanks for ruining your present jess!" said i. "THANKS STEF!" she said as she hugged me. "don’t touch me! how could you." I jokingly said as dramatically as I possibly could.  we put the gifts into jean’s car and we were off to pick up the 2 cousins. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt; I was rather surprised since we’ve been asking jess for the past week what she wanted to do for her birthday and she’d continuously say, "I don’t know. -_-" she actually decided what she wanted to do! we went to little tokyo. jess had wanted to go there for some time now. we didn’t exactly have, what you would call, a plan on where we were going or what we were doing. haha. "explore!" jess said… "clothing stores!" haha. sadly there weren’t the kind of clothing stores in little tokyo that she wanted. there wasn’t much there as we wandered around the streets searching for stores… ANY stores… shopping center! SOMETHING! haha. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;they DID have this really cool anime store with a bunch of figurines and cool stuff like that. they also had this cool supermarket place that had like EVERY asian food snack there is and that didn’t charge tax. ron was rather amazed at that and kept on asking "why don’t they charge tax??" "because it’s awesome" I responded. haha. i really would like to go back there to buy those humongo pocky sticks and those gummy chocolate balls that stace bought. mmm. yum… (- -,) jess wasn’t able to find her bento box. :( well, perhaps someday she’ll find one. oh and at that supermarket place, they had this picture booth thing that was like cue pics… only crappier. haha. it was much easier though, since there were less choices and there was no need to know the language.  also much cheaper… $5 compared to the $9 at alhambra. wouldn’t say it was worth it since we barely had time to put decorations… and we never COULD get a good pose. :P&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;after little tokyo, we all met up with jess’s parents at glendale. we ate at ichiban.  of course japanese food for the birthday girl, who can never seem to get tired of it. haha. TIS her favorite you know. jess had never eaten there. I was surprised. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;stace SURE was loud. numerous times did she raise her voice a little too much and the people at other tables would turn their heads to look at the laughing girl at the table next to them.  she really made dinner rather entertaining. as we waited for our food, we played our DSs of course.  call of duty. :) &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;funny thing… stace was questioning her food and ron was like "don’t talk just eat it" and so she did and she liked it. then ron said "yeah. next time don’t ask questions. ok. just eat." haha. it was just really funny since he sounded like a father talking to his annoying, whining child that was  tacey. it’s like how you never wanna try new food because you don’t know what it is and/or it looks weird. and your parents tell you to just eat it because it’s "good" as they say. sad how children never listen.  haha. I act like that sometimes though. oh shame stef. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;of course we got green tea tempura ice cream. haha. and of course jess took pictures of it. :P when all the green tea ice cream was gone, I put wasabi on the plate, hoping that either ron or stace would eat it. but alas, they knew. :( I was about to just eat it myself just for fun… but no. haha. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;jess opened her gifts in jean’s car. haha. what a place to open gifts. lol. she knew what my one gift was… a yuki pillow (from fruits basket) she DID, in fact, love him. then she guessed what my other gift was... converse… and in the box it said "because your mom threw away your old ones :P" she was glad since she was wearing those flats that brought her pain and now she could wear shoes for the rest of the night! haha. jean got her some "boy" jeans as jess calls them. and they mystery gift turned out to be a hat. haha. I don’t get why jean thought her parents would be disapproving over a hat… but oh well. stace and ron would give jess a "late" birthday gift. they’re gonna buy her more converse… black ones… I think high tops. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;we dropped off stace since she had to help her bro with his homework. the rest of us went to ultra zone, I think it’s called, to play laser tag. I was really excited to play but when we got there, the place was closed! X[ we were thinking of other places we could go but we just couldn’t decide. so we all just went home. laser tag another day my friends… must be a thursday cuz they have a special- all night, unlimited, boys pay $12 and girls pay $5. woot woot!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;hope you had a happy birthday jess! XD love ya!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;FONT size="3"&gt;&lt;B&gt;friday040408 michelle’s birthday.(jess&amp;amp;jean) &lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;haha. marvin didn’t think of what the guests would eat since he and michelle would be coming back from dinner. so sweet of him to throw a surprise party for his love. anyways, so me, jess, and jean had to buy our own food. went to mcdonalds and for some reason they gave us 2 free drinks. haha. course we didn’t say anything. twas a gift from God. lol.  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;got to marvin’s place at about 8 I think? so we ate, and then waited for the 2 love birds to show up. they had cans of silly string waiting for her as well. lol. we played our DSs as usual. I was surprised that I actually won a round of call of duty. just one round… but I was proud of that. lol. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;michelle and marvin finally came at about 10. she was attacked in the dark with about 10 cans of silly string. the attackers had no mercy for the poor soul, with their loud, ferocious bellowing. no mercy. feel bad for marvin and alex though… poor guys have to clean all that shit up. haha. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;funny thing… we were watching t.v. when I saw something familiar sitting on the coffee table… it was my pack of cards that I had lost the last time we partied at marvin’s place! haha. I thought I’d never see those things again. but there they were. lol. jess was like "I THOUGHT those cards looked familiar." coolio. I have my cards back. :P &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;had to leave the party at like 11 cuz me mum called. *sigh* and the party was just getting started and michelle just barely opened her gifts… monopoly and life! oh how I wished to play. :(&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I was sad since I didn’t get to play cards with alex and kyle. those guys are so fun to play cards with. haha. then I wanted to drink too but no. :/ I liked the last party they had. it started earlier, we actually played board games, video games, &amp;amp; card games. lol. and I had a really good time.  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;perhaps next time will be better. :)&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;happy birthday michelle! hope you had a good one!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;oh yeah. was the only day when jess and michelle are the same age. that’s so cool since they’re cousins and all. :)&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;FONT size="3"&gt;&lt;B&gt;saturday040508 my belated birthday @ paseo. (xtia, marie, stace)&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;"we SHALL be dressy on saturday" said xtia. &lt;BR/&gt;yes, I wore a dress. haha. with jeans! :P it was cold ya know!&lt;BR/&gt;anyways, marie drove us to pasadena. "pick a place" marie said. that that was where we would eat. I didn’t really know but xtia suggested P.F. Changs. I really wanted to eat there since jess continuously talks about how the dessert that they have is THE best she’s ever tasted! *sigh* but when we got there, it was an hour wait and marie had a rave to go to. :/ so instead we went to this one mexican restaurant right next to P.F. Changs. paseo something. haha. don’t remember what it’s called. the atmosphere in that restaurant was similar to that of a debut. the tables were lined up, there was a band playing, and yeah. haha. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;at some point the waiters were asking for the birthday people. stacey… being stacey, started yelling "HERE!!! HERE!" and pointing at me. -_- some guy popped outta nowhere and placed a plate in front of me. flan w/a candle on it. haha. they started singing… it was cool. :) haha but I didn’t notice the guy behind me playing the violin. lol. sad. not my fault. the band was friggin loud. I mean, 80% of the time we had to yell at each other just so we could hear. lol. sadly, marie left early. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;we ordered dessert, crepes w/vanilla ice cream and caramel. it was small and probably expensive (they wouldn’t let me look at the receipt -_-). nothing beats crepe in the grip. :P me, xtia, &amp;amp; stace took some pics then we experienced stacey’s driving… I shall say nothing more of that matter. lol.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;we dropped xtia off when stace was like "lets visit nikki!" so we drove to her house, called her cell, but no answer… so then stace goes "lets visit jess!" so we drove to her house, walked up to the door, called her cell and whispered "jess… where are you?... go outside… something’s waiting for you…" which was US obviously. but I think she just thought we were trying to scare her or something, which was not my intention at all. so yeah she just hung up and we rang her doorbell and called back…  jess quickly said "you guys are pissing me off" when she answered… still whispering we replied… "jess… can stacey use your bathroom…?" so she opened up the door for us. :) we hung out there for a bit, talking, laughing, having a good ol time. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;nikki called us back so me n stace decided to go back to her house to see her new puppy! XD my gosh was her dog a cutie! MUCH better than that hyperactive lovely. psh. no me gusta lovely. haha. anyways, the unnamed addition to the cutudioc family was SOOO cute! he was so shy and quiet and he wasn’t all fidgety when we held him. *sigh* I hope nikki makes her dogs mate… and SOON! cuz I want one! XD I felt bad for lovely though. cuz she’ll be seeking attention even more than ever. jealousy’s a bitch… and its name is lovely. LOL! wonder what nikki’s dad decided to name him. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;FONT size="3"&gt;&lt;B&gt;sunday040608essay. &lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I PLANNED to finish my essay. but when I got upstairs, my parents were watching this movie on dvd. I got really into it and I just stayed up there watching it with them. ugh. thought it would end soon but it was one of those mini series t.v. movies that are like 4 episodes long, 1 hour each episode. -_- so yeah. stayed up there for 4 hours or so just to finish that damn movie. the ending wasn’t so great but it was still a good movie. and THEN what happened? they turn on the t.v. and there is yet ANOTHER mini series tv movie. -_- so we’re eating, watching it… the first hour of the movie was GREAT and I REALLY wanted to finish watching it but I look at the clock and FUCK its already 6 o’clock. -_- so I tell myself, "stef… you need to fucking finish your essay." so I sadly get up and slump to my room to finish my essay. :( hours later, sandy walks into my room and tells me how great the movie was and how she felt like crying and stuff. she tells me the ending and I get back to work. -_- finished that mofo at about 9:30. my last paragraphs were kinda crappy and I wish that she made the essay 5 pages long since I had so much to say. X[ *sigh* just glad that I didn’t have to stay up late doing it. VERY thankful that I didn’t have any more shit to do other than that essay. I SHOULD’VE done homework for my other classes, gotten ahead. but no. its fucking spring break and I don’t wanna do SHIT! X[ the consequences of my procrastination will soon be felt when I take that midterm on friday. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;FONT size="3"&gt;&lt;B&gt;040708&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;ah… back to school… *sigh* back to work… and WHAT am I doing right now? loading the next 2 episodes of naruto. tsk tsk. oh the shame stef... no worries, I’ll do all my shit tomorrow since I don’t have school. :) i’ve got a hist midterm on friday. ugh… oh yeah, for my polisci midterm, I got a B and I was 2 points from getting an A. I would’ve gotten it if I didn’t change 3 of my answers. *sigh* but YAY because it was much better than the C I got on the last one. oh and for my chem. midterm… got a 97 baybee! woot woot! haha. proud of myself but at the same time… not because I should’ve studied earlier and harder for those tests.  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;wow this was a long post. prolly won’t add anything new for a while. meh. we’ll see.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;should post up all those pics soon…&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;FONT size="5"&gt;fin.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;p.s… for some reason… it feels like i’ve lost a friend… maybe even 2. and it hurts. and it makes me sad. and it feels like it’s all my fault. *sigh* it was the last thing I ever wanted to happen…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-1975379748450115665?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/1975379748450115665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/04/spring-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/1975379748450115665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/1975379748450115665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/04/spring-break.html' title='spring break.'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-5856698852902153052</id><published>2008-03-31T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:29:09.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my birthday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;032708 my pre-birthday w/jess, nikki, &amp;amp; stacey. &lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;today’s my dad’s birthday, so before I left for school, I put a "happy birthday" note on his bed while he was sleeping. lol. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;surprisingly I got a 10/10 on that chem quiz where I had NO idea what I was doing. lol. horray! after school, nikki &amp;amp; stace picked us up at jess’s house. then we were off to alhambra! went to crepe in the grip first but then we decided that we wanted REAL food so we decided to walk to noodle world. we were a bit worried since nikki &amp;amp; stace weren’t completely sure where it was. -_-  but a couple of blocks later we found it. lol. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;our first try at cue pics was a DISASTER! lol. we had NO idea what the Japanese directions were telling us and these screen backgrounds kept ..ping on us and hitting stace on the head. lol. we were pretty much winging it the whole time. stupid machine only gives us 10 seconds to pose! o_O madness! haha. it was chaos but it was funny. :) we decided to have another go at it. but this time we actually tried to plan out what poses we were gonna do. yep yep. twas fun. :)&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;after that we ate some CREPES!! YUMMY! I haven’t had crepes in FOREVER!! I got the usual strawberry, banana, mango, chocolate syrup, w/vanilla ice cream. :) nikki &amp;amp; jess got green tea ice cream while stace went to starbucks and bout tea. lol. poor girl couldn’t eat the crepes cuz of her gum surgery. :/ funny how she put oh… I dunno…. 10 packets of honey in her tea. lol. and poor nikki dropped her crepe on the floor :( but she picked it right up and finished that mofo. lol.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;thanks you guys for today! it was fun. :) &amp;lt;3 ya!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;me parents ended up going to morongo. sadly they didn’t win anything but at least they had fun. :) I still think it’s funny how my birthday is right after my dad’s. cuz its like… in 1989 for his birthday he got a baby girl. lol. awesome, no?&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;B&gt;032808 my birthday w/jess, jean, &amp;amp; ron. &lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;didn’t have class but I went to school anyways. lol. couldn’t just let jess go to school alone and I couldn’t let my parents know I was ditching class. lol. i pretty much just sat there watching naruto from 7am-2. lol. I didn’t mind it at all though. but there were some points where things were getting really sad and I was like "don’t cry stef. not at school!" haha. I was content with my anime but then after a while I was getting huuuunnngrrrryyy.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;poor jess had a difficult time printing out her essay. a lot of going back and forth, going upstairs and downstairs. lol. at least she got some exercise from it. :) haha, it’s funny how, this whole week and last week, jess would tell EVERYONE "hey it’s stef’s birthday coming up!" lol. then I’d be like "jess…" and she’d say "what? it IS!" thanks jess. tells me how much you &amp;lt;3 me. lol. &lt;BR/&gt; &lt;BR/&gt;finally the guys picked us up &amp;amp; we ate at niko niko. :) don’t think I’ll get tired of that place. lol. got some teriyaki chicken, crunch roll, and mixed tempura. MMM! Jess bought dessert. green tea tempura ice cream. yummy! funny thing… as we were waiting for our food I hummed and ron said that it reminded him of his lolo cuz he would hum at random times too. I never noticed that I did that until today. and it turns out that I do it A LOT. lol.  while we were walking "hmm hmm hmm"… while we were looking at clothes "hmm hmm hmm" lol. I wonder why I do that.  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;whooped ron’s ass at tetris. haha. before we started playing he was like "ready to get OWNED!?" haha. noob. then played against him in call of duty. he killed me twice at the beginning then I killed HIM twice. then he said "let’s stop. my eyes hurt." haha. excuses! just cuz I’m good. :P&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;we went to del amo mall for my shopping spree. jess was rather excited to bring me there cuz she said it was HUGE. lol. first we went to a store called culturelove or something like that and then we went to forever 21. I swear… some of the things girls wear these days are just weird or just plain ugly. lol. I would go in, change, walk out, then they’d give me the thumbs up or thumbs down. the head shake or the nod. lol. it was honestly very tiring because there wasn’t a lot that I liked but it was enough. :) "you better be wearing these clothes the next time I see you" demanded ron. lol. "how can you girls shop for so long!? my legs are tired." said ron. silly boy… buyer of tank tops. lol.  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;now that I think of it. I shoulda just asked my friends to buy me mario kart. lol. X[ thanks you guys for the shopping spree. :) I think your attempt to buy me "girlier" clothes was a success…. I think… lol.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;the moment I got out of jean’s car I immediately got into our van and we went straight to red lobster. and bloody hell I was still full from lunch. X[ got some coconut shrimp. sadly no dessert cuz I was full. lol. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;today was a good day. except for the fact that my legs hurt and tomorrow I’ll be doing more walking. lol. thanks to everyone that greeted me happy birthday! you guys sure made me feel special and loved. :) &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;B&gt;032908 bowling, eating, &amp;amp; shopping w/the short ones. :P (car, ann, zen) &lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;went to jewel city @ glendale. MAN did we suck. lol. poor car and ann. about 75% of their balls were gutters. lol jk. Well around that percentage. haha. at one point I got really excited cuz I got a spare and I started choking on my gum. X[ and both me and ann actually hurt ourselves cuz as we were throwing the ball we hit our leg. still hurts now as a matter of fact. X[ zen was pretty much the best out of all of us. she had 2x more points than all of us. haha. most of the time we’d knock like 1 pin down and we would clap and cheer since most of the time we were getting gutters. lol. though we all sucked at it, it was fun. :)&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;walked a couple blocks to eat at bj’s. I was pretty hungry since I didn’t eat breakfast. haha. even though we were all hungry… NONE of us finished our food. and yet we still bought the pizookie. :P mmm. white chocolate. so guuuud!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;then off to the mall to buy gifts for me &amp;amp; zen. funny thing… I bought like 5 shirts from forever 21 and that totaled out to about $33 and we went to hollister and zen bought just 1 shirt that totaled out to $30. haha.  so sad. but hey. we got what we wanted and we were happy. :)&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;so yeah. I’ve pretty much spent my birthday being a fatass! lol. for 3 days straight I’ve been eating out. noodle world, crepes, niko niko, red lobster, BJ’s. my goodness. so many leftovers to eat! so little time. :P&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;B&gt;033008 mini golf w/the cousins. :) (sandy, chris, anty, kevin, justin) &lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;we ended up not going to Golf N Stuff since it was pretty far and too much dinero. I mean, me mum was paying for everything so it was best that we went to the cheaper place. lol. and of course… anty brought her homework along. APES objectives. then she had english homework to do as well… "it’s only an essay" she said. o_O&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;sherman oaks castle park. the arcade pretty much sucked penis. bloody waste o’ $25 if ya ask me. too crowded with children and the games weren’t so great. and goddam I mean, this guy and this kid were at the air hockey table for just about forever. but I guess it’s ok since he was just playing for the sake of entertaining the kid. ah wells. and after we spent out tix, we just got like 20 rings, a tootsie roll, and some black popper thingy ma bobber. SO worth $25. X[ haha. oh wells.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;i really didn’t wanna eat there cuz justin was like "I can smell the food… and it does NOT smell good." or something like that. and honestly, it really didn’t smell good.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;golf was fun. but we really sucked at it. well, we weren’t that bad. I got a free golf ball so I just kept it. haha. then chris managed to hit his ball so hard that it fell in the water. silly boy nearly fell in when he tried to retrieve it. lol. wonder what would’ve happened if he DID fall in… hmm. the water looked pretty nasty too. all green and blue. we wondered how the ducks could live with such disgusting gatorade water. oh and kevin managed to break his club. I mean goodness. look away for one second… haha. anyways, he just hid the thing in the bushes somewhere. only one person got a hole in 1. friggin justin. I got really close to getting one though. always so close. X/&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;mike showed up like… 2 hours late and he was like "ok lets golf!". tsk tsk. a little late sir. so yeah, we played games for a bit and we left to eat. I felt bad that mike couldn’t golf w/us and that we only saw him for like 30 mins. :/ &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;for a while we debated on what we were to do next. food. we drove to fatburger. yummy! but rather expensive if you ask me. lol. we (anty, justin, me) got our food first and yet the other table (sandy, kev, chris) still managed to finish their food WAY ahead of us. lol. well… we ARE the slow eaters AND skinnier ones of the family so it shouldn’t have been a surprise. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;we decided to watch a movie at burbank. sandy gave everyone directions to get there… and they were bad. lol. justin ended up all the way at glendale galleria. and chris and kev ended up turning around as well. lol. good job sandy. good job.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I didn’t wanna watch something stupid like superhero movie or drillbit taylor so we ended up watching the bank job. it was kinda slow in the beginning and I couldn’t understand what they were saying at first with all their british slang n stuff. lol. but I quickly got used to what they were saying and the story started to get complicated and cool. despite chris’s opinion that "that movie was whack!" I liked it. I think the problem for chris is that it didn’t have any high speed chases, karate action, techno gadgets, and stuff like that. it was "too oldies" for him. meh. oh wells. I thought it was cool. :)&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;then we all went our separate ways. but next time… for sure we’re gonna go to golf n stuff cuz they have EVERYTHING! mini golf, lazer tag, bumper boats, indy racing, bumper cars, and an arcade. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;oh yeah. sandy was telling us about this donald duck kiddy ride thing at burbank and we couldn’t resist. chris decided to have a go… body rolling all over it. haha. you just HAD to be there. twas funny. :P     &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;anty got me a noice jacket. I’ve been needing one that wasn’t black lol. thanks. &lt;BR/&gt;and justin got me pirate cards. haha. YAY! more cards! X] he said that he was gonna buy me a rubber duck but he wasn’t sure if I had it already. haha. thanks justin!     &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;BDAY GIFTS:&lt;BR/&gt;kakashi slippers&lt;BR/&gt;naruto DS stickers&lt;BR/&gt;cue pics&lt;BR/&gt;LOTS o’ clothes&lt;BR/&gt;jacket from anty&lt;BR/&gt;pirate playing cards from justin&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;yep yep. that was my birthday. :) and now it’s spring break and I really don’t know what to do. :/ I guess I could write that essay and study for that hist midterm coming up… but I REALLY don’t want to. lol. wanna go out but so many ppl have school. X[ ugh. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;jess’s birthday coming up! still dunno what’s happening on that day. lol. hope she decides what she wants to do… and soon! :P&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;gotta sign up for summer school @ pcc. gonna take speech. -_- should get some job applications too… *sigh*&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;B&gt;fin. &lt;/B&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-5856698852902153052?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/5856698852902153052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/5856698852902153052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/5856698852902153052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-birthday.html' title='my birthday.'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-3244002592049190651</id><published>2008-03-25T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:27:28.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>032508.</title><content type='html'>032208&lt;BR/&gt;ugh these fucking midterms! poly sci and chem. been studying FOREVER but I’m still worried I won’t do well. :/  i can’t afford to fuck up! if i do, that’ll surely just kill my birthday. i’m tired! my brain’s about to explode! it can’t possibly contain so much information! hope my friends are doing well. it’s times like these when i wish i was one of those people that can read a page and understand it in 10 seconds. but alas i cannot. :( i’m just going to have to deal and do my best. good luck my friends on your midterms and praise the lord for spring break. and damn that woman for giving us an essay to write and midterm to study for during, what should be, a relaxing time of the semester. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;and here’s a little poem about midterms. :)&lt;BR/&gt;midterms suck.&lt;BR/&gt;i just want to rest.&lt;BR/&gt;i’m tired as fuck.&lt;BR/&gt;but I have to do my best.&lt;BR/&gt;i want to take a break.&lt;BR/&gt;but i can’t at this rate&lt;BR/&gt;cuz my grades are at stake.&lt;BR/&gt;*sigh* i’ll be staying up late. &lt;BR/&gt;-_-&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;i was looking through old files for some reason. then I found this file titled "eww". lol. oh the memories. it was a really long time ago but i can still remember the taste. -_-&lt;BR/&gt; &lt;BR/&gt;"cheesecake factory.&lt;BR/&gt;fettuccini chicken w/sun dried tomatoes...&lt;BR/&gt;i ate you at 2.&lt;BR/&gt;you were joined by pinkberry at 3.&lt;BR/&gt;i felt you churn in my stomach at 4.&lt;BR/&gt;you made me cry at 5.&lt;BR/&gt;i regurgitated you at 6.&lt;BR/&gt;and i’ve been miserable since.&lt;BR/&gt;thanks a lot... never again...&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;anyways... so i’m crying and moaning from the pain, tossing and turning in my bed... i start to gag. then my mom bursts into my room yelling "GET UP!" so halfway to the bathroom i throw up in my mouth... and halfway from the door to the toilet i throw up on the floor. my mom sees the glory of the fresh vomit on the floor and starts to gag. she rushes upstairs and yells for father... he slowly walks downstairs, looks at me (head now in the toilet), then at the floor and exclaims "MASARAP!" i laugh for an instant… then after i immediately continue to throw up. that made me feel so much better. no lie. lol."&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;032308&lt;BR/&gt;easter. hmm. party at anty’s house. and of course… I brought my study material. Sadly I didn’t study that much. Haha. I tried… then I just gave up because things were too loud and there were too many distractions. Ah well. anty was doing her hw as well… even though she had the whole week free to do her work. Haha. oh shame. In about an hour she had a paragraph done. Haha. oh gawd did I hate ms watt’s class. So much annotating! X[ there was an easter egg hunt at some point. We were about to join in since they put money in the eggs but we decided not to. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;once I got home I immediately went to cramming all the information into my tiny little brain. I think I did ok. got a good 4 hrs of sleep. :P anyways, gluck to every1 w/midterms this week. happy easter!   ^_^&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;032408&lt;BR/&gt;i was freaking out so much and midterms weren’t that bad. poly sci, I think I did ok… hopefully I did better than the last midterm. X[ chem was pretty easy but maybe too easy. last time i said it was easy, i ended up getting a C. don’t wanna jinx it though.  oh yeah… so far… me and jess just totally BOMBED 2 chem quizzes in a row. We had NO idea how to do the fuckin problem! ugh. We can’t keep fucking up like this. X[ &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;finally did my monologue today. started tearing up as I was doing it. i must say that it was completely unexpected. I mean, I’ve practiced it so many times I thought the emotion would just go away. guess not. lol. yeah. it’s all good. but then someone was laughing at me… not nice. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;note: just because I said that stuff in my monologue, doesn’t mean I still think those things.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;lent…&lt;BR/&gt;mmm. candy! oh how i missed thee. sweet, delectable candy. haha. could go for some white chocolate kit kat right now… or some skittles… or a snickers. mmm.&lt;BR/&gt;i’m pretty surprised that I didn’t buy myself ANY material things. pretty much all I ever bought was food and gifts for ppls bdays. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;speaking of birthdays… it doesn’t really feel like it’s my birthday on friday but i’m still excited. lol. not because it’s my birthday but because it’s the day of the stef makeover. haha. jess n jean are gonna attempt to make me more "girly" haha. aww man. i wish keisha were going. she’d know what clothes to pick out for me. haha.   &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;since those 2 midterms are over... i’m back to watching naruto. ugh. took me a while to figure out what episode i stopped at. -_-&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;yep... busy week i guess... lol well not really. just wed. then lab on thurs. then on fri i’m just gonna go to poly sci then ditch my other classes so i can go out w/my buddies. :)&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;mhm. was planning to go to sherman oaks to mini golf w/the cousins. but then justin suggested golf n stuff. looks totally awesome. and the prices aint so bad. now THAT i’m excited for. X]&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;lets see... i SHOULD be doing my essay so i don’t have to do it over break... but oh wells.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;fin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-3244002592049190651?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/3244002592049190651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/03/032508.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/3244002592049190651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/3244002592049190651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/03/032508.html' title='032508.'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-6570367352261341311</id><published>2008-03-11T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:26:03.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>030808charlie’sbirthday.</title><content type='html'>we ate out to niko niko's with our theatre buddies jonathan and arlene for charlie's birthday. as we waited for our table this one family started bitching because the waitress said that they'd be waiting 5 more minutes and they ended up waiting for 10. o_O goodness people. they really just needed to chillax. yeesh. twas very delicious. and charlie was full as fuck. haha. i'm getting tired of bento kinda. i've been eating too much of it lately. -_- but its still guuud. :P&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;after that we watched a play at school. It was awesome. WAY better than the play we saw last time. we actually understood the storyline. charlie fell in love with the main character. for many times did she strip down into her undies. haha. really good play though. :) after the play it was off to charlie's birthday party. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;play quotes:&lt;BR/&gt;"what ya got under there?"&lt;BR/&gt;"hot dog!"&lt;BR/&gt;"close the blinds."&lt;BR/&gt;"what're you doing? you must be doing something. what're you looking at? you must be looking at something."&lt;BR/&gt;"his hands were fat."&lt;BR/&gt;"I had to get free… didn't i?"&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;ok now. this will all be just random things that happened at the party.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I saw jean outside and I walked towards the door to join him when I ran into the screen door. -_- it was hilarious and I hope no one saw that. haha. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;charlie was getting really wasted and me n jess were trying to help take care of him but at some point I needed help myself. :( but I think I did ok. he wouldn't exactly listen to us though. :/ but hey. at least we tried our best.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;random funny thing charlie will say to me for the rest of my life:&lt;BR/&gt;"hey stef what'd you do last night?" ;)&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;we tallied up how many shots he took by marking his arm. 20 supposedly. not completely sure if that's accurate. ahaha. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;charlie wanted to try his swisher. he took one puff and decided that he didn't like it. haha. but that's only because he doesn't know how to smoke. noob noob noob. tried another puff and still did it wrong. I don't get it. they smell really good (strawberry, peach, grape) but they really don't taste all that great.  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;he opened his gifts twice! hilarious I must say. &lt;BR/&gt;"I wanna open my gifts."&lt;BR/&gt;"but you already did."&lt;BR/&gt;"no. I wanna open them."&lt;BR/&gt;and so he did... again… he loved them even more opening them a second time. haha. &lt;BR/&gt;first time he opened the belt we got him, he friggin whipped it on the ground. haha. &lt;BR/&gt;no idea how many times someone called me jessica or someone called jess stef. haha. -_-&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I would push charlie ever so slightly and he would stumble backwards and say "don't fucking push me." sorry about that charlie. didn't mean any harm. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;and when he sat outside… "I want her to sit on my lap" "tell her to come over here" and we didn't exactly know what to do. I think jess took care of that though. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;when he blew out his cake, he fell backwards onto the couch. think he nearly fell on top of the cake though as he was blowing it. the video footage of that is simply precious. I remember getting a lighter and trying to light the cake but someone took it away from me. haha. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;a few of our theatre buddies came. they all thought that justin was charlie's brother because charlie mentioned that his party was at his "bros" place. haha. had to clear that up for them.  "you can se the resemblance" justin said. haha.  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;they brought guitar hero. I only got to play once. :(  well at least I got to play. &lt;BR/&gt;we also played taboo. boys vs. girls. but the guys were the biggest cheaters. yelling "penis!"  and "TIME!" every 10 seconds. -_- of course the girls won that game. :) damn cheaters those men. mike was really good.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;we started eating ron's beloved carrots. yum yum. I started putting some into ron's drink. haha. dunno if he still ate them though.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;yeah. jess was pretty much the mommy throughout the whole night. taking care of charlie and taking care of me. even before we went to bed she stayed up a bit longer to make sure we were all ok. oh jess. I really worried about charlie though. he was always stumbling all over the place… could barely even walk. and still he continued to drink. :( I was scared that he'd like drink too much, pass out, and die or something. cuz it just reminded me of that stupid video they showed us in university 100 where they told a story of how some guy died from drinking too much. X[ anyways. thanks mommy Jessica. lol.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;security had to come up and give us a warning because we were too loud. haha. mike even said that they could hear us all the way from the pool. o_O woweee!&lt;BR/&gt; &lt;BR/&gt;we slept at about 3 or so. I remember trying to help clean up before we went to bed. I think I did ok. lol. jess said that they already cleaned up the counter but I got a paper towel anyways and started wiping. haha.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;we all fell asleep to justin playing halo. he was makin fun of the aussies he was playing with.  no idea if he got any sleep though. he had work at 7.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;we woke up at about 8 or 9. not much sleep. I know. kept on trying to fall back asleep but I kept hearing beeping… and moving… and snoring… and farting… haha. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;the guys kept on farting all over the place. eww! X[ charlie and phillip kept on going outside to release their toxic gas. haha. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;in the morning they all noticed a big blue mark on my arm. I'm not completely sure how that got there though. hmm. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;we, not counting sleepy head ron, cleaned up the place the best we could. emptied the bottles and put them in boxes n bags. did the dishes. Put the furniture back. wiped down the counter. the least we could do since they let charlie have the party at their apt and letting us sleep over.  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;left their apt and we went to the beach. charlie wanted to push me in the water. I said I was ok with it but he changed his mind for some reason. ah wells. cold ass water anyways. and the poor surfers there didn't get any good enough waves. :( &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I think ron was still kinda wasted because of the things he said and did in the morning. haha. but then again… he's always weird. lol. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;and FUCK man. as we were walking towards our cars. we noticed a white paper on charlie's car! FUCK! and we noticed that we parked where it said "no parking any time" -_- they shoulda just made that shit a fucking red zone. well yeah we were freaking out for a bit but thank goodness jean pointed out that it was just a warning and the fine was $0. phew! haha. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;then we went back home. we were planning to eat out w/everyone for lunch but charlie felt like shit so that was it. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;there are some things I can't remember of what happened that night but I remember laughing a lot so I guess that's good. haha. and in the morning  they kept on saying "can't believe what you did last night stef!" and I'm like wtf because I don't remember doing anything that stupid. X[ and they won't tell me what I supposedly did. ugh. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;barely anyone touched the cake. haha. even I didn't eat it. I think I woulda thrown up if I did. hmm. well, we left the cake at their apt and hopefully those guys eat it all up. haha.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;thanks again justin and mike for hosting the party and letting us crash. means a lot. :) hope ya kids had fun cuz we sure did.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;fin. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;quick note on cancer sticks...&lt;BR/&gt;I barely did it once or twice a month or just when I was super stressed. up until recently when he told me he just wanted to be friends did I start doing it like crazy. not blaming anyone though. just saying the facts. shouldn't blame anyone for my feelings. don't think he wants me at all now. guess that's ok. it was that plus school... they help me clear my head. calm down. don't think I'll be doing them any time soon though. I've been sick so they won't help at all. not sure if i'm getting better or worse.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;p.s. I wanna hang out with the cousins. I miss them. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-6570367352261341311?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/6570367352261341311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/03/030808charliesbirthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/6570367352261341311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/6570367352261341311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/03/030808charliesbirthday.html' title='030808charlie’sbirthday.'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-2228720355767144416</id><published>2008-03-05T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:24:30.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>030508duck.</title><content type='html'>well... today was...&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;yeah.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;it could've been worse… a LOT worse… someone could've gotten hurt... badly...  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;got home and my parents acted like nothing happened but after dinner they started talking about the incident (i say incident because accident implies that no one is to blame).&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;of course my mom gave me the bit about "i told you to pray every time before you drive!" and "God is giving you a wake up call!" i know mommy. i really do. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;geez stef... are you STUPID. just blanking out like that. stupid stupid stupid.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;they all blamed the cake. then they jokingly blamed charlie because if charlie was never born, the cake would never have existed and all this never would've happened. haha. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;but still… i can't help but feel like shit.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;got to school and i was still shaken up… kinda freaking out a bit. but jess was there to calm me down. thanks jess. :)  &amp;lt;3 u&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;mom called me at least 4 times today asking if i was ok. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;funny things my dad said…&lt;BR/&gt;"next time… put the cake on your lap… because obviously it's more important than your life."&lt;BR/&gt;"better yet, wear it around your neck."&lt;BR/&gt;made me feel both better and worse at the same time.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;it's times like these when you come to appreciate life more because things could have been much more worse. i started crying a bit because i was thinking... what would've happened if things WERE worse. i'm just thanking God nothing terrible happened.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;guess my parents didn't flip out cuz mine's a piece of shit car anyways. unlike sandy… who… if she gets even a little scratch… gets lectured like no other. haha. sad.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;damn you cake. damn you. i just wanted that ducker to be gone ASAP. stupid cake. stupid stef.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;haha. anywayssss. HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHARLIE!!! &amp;lt;3 if only we could've shared it with you. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;there's other things that have happened that i'd like to talk about. but i think i'll save that for another time. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;a play and a party on saturday. can't wait. XD&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;fin.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;damn duck.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/happybirthday.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/01.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;aftermath.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/00.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;i am SO gonna make one of these babies!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/02.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-2228720355767144416?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/2228720355767144416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/03/030508duck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/2228720355767144416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/2228720355767144416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/03/030508duck.html' title='030508duck.'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-3029699857155685953</id><published>2008-02-03T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:22:37.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>020208pasadena.</title><content type='html'>020208&lt;BR/&gt;pasadena w/baconree, fat&amp;amp;ugly, and ms. sinh.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;:/ I wished marie was able to go but I guess we'll see u next time. I hope you feel better buddy. :) haha. I'm worried about marie's b-day cuz she wants to go clubbing -_-. I've never been before and I don't wanna look like a weirdo when I attempt to dance. lol. someone teach me! haha.  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;anywayssss… we ate brunch at barney's. I was sharing w/slavey but she friggin ordered too much food. bbq chicken quesadilla. delicious! but when the patty melt came along… ugh… for like 10 mins we were like "go on… eat it." "eat!" "you eat first!" I ate like 2 hours before I got to barney's so I got pretty full. -_- and stacey's excuse was "food coma!" psh! lets see… xtia got a salad and jeanette got a patty melt. unfortunately none of us finished our food. tsk tsk. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;after eating we went window shopping! :D at urban outfitters me and stace were just walking when these paintings on a shelf near us just fell off. she kinda freaked out saying "did I do that? should I pick it up?" we didn't even touch it or anything so we don't get why they fell off in the first place. :P ah wells. today wasn't a good day for stace cuz pretty much every store we went into, she dropped something or something fell because of her. lol. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;then to forever 21. stace wanted new sunglasses even though she already had 8 pairs in her car. o_O the madness. I ended up buying a jacket and a long sleeve shirt. yep yep. and poor stace didn't get her sunglasses. :P then it was off to victoria's secret. xtia just LOVES their pink collection. just LOVES it. then I was reminded of the time she bought all of us undies for marie's bday last year. haha. I wonder if marie actually wears that neon yellow thong xtia bought her. lol. such a strange choice. anyways, stace had a gift card and she wanted to waste it. the undies were 5 for $25 so she let me get  2 for myself then 3 for her. TY stace! :D &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;after that, jeanette left because she didn't wanna pay for parking and we went to coffee bean. I've never tried it before so I tried what stacey got. damnit what was it… I think it was white chocolate dream or something. but then I tried xtia's and it was even better. extreme white chocolate! lol. sooo friggin good! XD yummy! xtia claimed that that was the drink that made her convert from starbucks to coffee bean. lol.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;xtia went off to work and stace and I dropped by nikki's place cuz I wanted to see her dog. XD it was so cute! but then I was scared to hold it because i kept on hearing nikki say "it keeps scratching me!" -_-. It was really hyper… REALLY hyper. even stace was scared of it. she kept on calling it "ugly" even though its name is lovely. goodness. the names people choose these days for their pets. we stayed there for like an hour just playing with it. then we watched some of stacey's debut. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;lets see… after that stace and I dropped off stace's debut pics at jess's place. I started taking random pics of jess cuz he looked all messy n crap. then she started yelling "imma punch you in your punani!" so I stopped. lol. we wanted to watch some of jess's debut but her dad couldn't find the dvd. :( as we were leaving the house, jess was like "stef! don't be mean. don't post those pics up!" don't worry jess… I won't… but then stace might… muahahahaha!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;stace dropped me off at home but she needed to use the bathroom… once she got outta there she was like "tita! you wanna see the undies stef got!?" -_- and she continued "tito look! It's see through! stef, even I don't have undies like that!" -_- thanks anyways stace. at least I got free underwear. lol.     &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;after that she's like "TITA!! you wanna see the pictures of stef at my debut!?" &lt;BR/&gt;my mom then sees a picture of me and jc saying "oh who's this?"&lt;BR/&gt;stace "that's stef's partner. he's the instructor."&lt;BR/&gt;mum "oh really? does he… have a girlfriend?"&lt;BR/&gt;stace "I don't think so. hey stef, why don't you ask him out?"&lt;BR/&gt;then I mouth the words "shut up!" to stace  &lt;BR/&gt;mum "yeah. why don't you?"&lt;BR/&gt;me "um… no."&lt;BR/&gt;and the subject was dropped. lol. stupid stace… saying that when she knows perfectly well that I already like someone. haha. all in good fun I suppose… I just don't get why my mom's so eager for me to get a boyfriend when she doesn't exactly relish the idea of sandy having one. lol. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;stace left. thank goodness. and me and the fam went to church. nanay was threatening to go to the philippines again. she was "waiting for the bus but it never came" and she had "her bags packed and ready to go." It pains me that she doesn't know what's happening around her sometimes. then she starts taking things that aren't hers but then she thinks that they're hers. it's sad. :/ &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;anyways, after church we went to justin's house to eat. I'm still not completely sure why though... something to do w/nanay. anyways we played the wii. :D fun fun. I beat justin in tennis woot woot!, then I beat him at bowling yeayuh! :). boxing… i lost but I knocked him out like 2x :) then baseball… errrgh. I made one home run and I pretty much sucked after that. lost 8-1 lol. then we played that zelda game using the zapper gun. I think I did fairly well. haha. then we went home and that was it. it was a long day… but a fun day. :) &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;:/ hopefully my mom will let me go tomorrow.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;…&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;geez stace! why the frick would you tell my cousin what kind of undies I bought. first thing chris said to me was "eww! stace told me you got see through undies! I threw up in my mouth." stupid stupid stace. -_- and they're not even see through! it just has some lace! ok. I know lace is see through but whatever! stupid stace!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;and I'll post those pics up another time ok u guys.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;ok so here's more winter break stuff that happened. :)&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;012608&lt;BR/&gt;pasadena w/j, c, and s haha.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;me and the fam went to church first. they put on a recording of the cardinal talking about making donations. so I was looking around just curious and I saw how many people were sleeping. about 5 old guys and 2 women. and then there were a couple of kids in the choir area sleeping. haha. I couldn't help but smirk at this one guy that was trying REALLY hard to stay awake. lol. poor guy.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;anyways after church, sandy and I went on our way to pick up j and c. and jess was asking sandy how long it took for someone to call about a job… oh jess… then after a while the conversation steered in this direction.&lt;BR/&gt;s- there's some stockers that work at victoria's secret. i know one of them.&lt;BR/&gt;j- why... are they pervs?&lt;BR/&gt;s- jess do you know what a stocker is?&lt;BR/&gt;j- yeah i know. but most stalkers are pervs right?&lt;BR/&gt;c- no jess! a stocker is someone who stocks!&lt;BR/&gt;j- I know that they stalk people.&lt;BR/&gt;c- no jessica. as in they stock shelves.&lt;BR/&gt;j- OOOOOH!&lt;BR/&gt;s- yeah I had a feeling she would confuse those.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;sure I picked them up a little late. sure it was raining. sure we waited 2 hours for a table. but it was fun anyways! XD &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;we planned to eat at bucca but the wait was 1hr nd 30 mins. -_-  so we went walking around to see where else we could eat. pretty much everywhere was packed. haha. sandy thought it a bit stupid of us to go around pasadena on a saturday night looking for a place to eat without a reservation. :P we ended up splitting up. 2 waited at this one asian restaurant and the other 2 waited at bucca… whoever got a table first… that was where we were gonna eat. smart ey? haha. as c and I waited, we counted how many white guy asian chick couples there were. lol. we spotted 6. haha. c was kinda annoyed cuz this one chick sitting next to him… her ass was on his knee. lol. was also annoyed that this one asian chick kept on staring at him. haha. niceeee. lol. well anyways we ended up eating at the asian place. damnit I can't remember what it was called. -_- but whatever. it was fun having to cook our own food. haha. I liked the dessert. Ice cream and mochi! cooking mochi was fun. lol.   &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;the waitress kept on calling us sweetie. probably some strategy so that we give her a bigger tip. lol. then I couldn't help but notice afterwards that all her suggestions just happened to be the most expensive thing on the menu. haha. VERY clever missy. and I fell for it. -_- &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;it was our last weekend of freedom before school. *sigh* and I must say… this was probably the best winter break I've ever had. :D haha. the funny thing is… I originally planned to like… study or something over break. haha. I read about 1 page from jessica's history book. so sad. :/&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;011008&lt;BR/&gt;pasadena w/xtia and marie&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;we were supposed to hang out a couple days before but my mom wouldn't let me go out since it was already late and it was raining. so this time they planned to go out earlier. we went to this bar/café or whatever. I ordered some sushi and I finished it in like 30 seconds. -_- stupid. then marie ordered this vanilla drink that tasted nothing like vanilla... sad. then xtia ordered a bagel. yep yep. it was fun just chatting with them… listening to their stories. their VERY interesting stories. there was some of the conversation where I could not contribute because I have yet to experienced some things… lol. but I still had some stories to tell. :) we haven't hung out in a very long time so it was nice catching up. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;stace was supposed to come but she texted xtia saying she had work. I later found out that stace lied and that kinda pissed me off that she bailed out on us. kinda made me feel like she doesn't even wanna hang out with us anymore… even if stace told us the truth, I probably still woulda been pissed off because I hated their never ending situation. whatever. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;011308&lt;BR/&gt;sweeney todd w/chrissy&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;kuya shorty randomly dropped by one day wanting to watch sweeney todd w/me. i've been wanting to watch it for a while so I was excited. before the movie we walked around glendale galleria and we ate mcdonalds and sushi. yum yum. then we had some super fun cousin bonding time. just talking and laughing at stuff. when the movie started we were kinda like "wtf" cuz it was pretty weird but as the movie progressed, we liked it. I covered my eyes a couple times cuz the blood was too much. lol. yep yep. thanks chris. it was fun. :]&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;some other day, I don't remember when, chris texted me and he wanted to hang out. we decided to play some tennis. he wasn't very good at it but he did ok. he DID, however, manage to hit 3 balls out of the court -_-. good job. its ok though cuz you're a noob and you don't know how to play. haha. he kept on telling me that this guy on the other court kept on checking me out. I just laughed saying "riiiiiight." haha. then when we were driving home chris goes "woah. that guy just stopped his car and looked at you for like 5 seconds man! he was checkin you out!" and I was like "huh?" then we were driving up the hill and chris once again goes "dude, that old guy just checked you out! or maybe he was checkin me out…" silly boy. lol. goodness chris. I don't get how you can pay so much attention to stuff like that. lol. anyways, thanks again chris cuz I haven't played in a while. I needed the exercise. :)&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;then another day. lol. anty called me up in the morning, asking me if I was busy later that day. unfortunately, my friends were coming over so we couldn't hang out. then she asked me if I wanted to play tennis w/her in an hour. pretty random and last minute but I decided to go since I hadn't seen her in a while and I missed that little weirdo. played w/regine and anty for 3 or 4 hours. I wasn't really that tired but it was getting really hot. :P thanks you guys for allowing me to get offa my lazy ass and exercise. :) horray for cousin bonding! &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;erm. that's all i have time for. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;fin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-3029699857155685953?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/3029699857155685953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/02/020208pasadena.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/3029699857155685953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/3029699857155685953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/02/020208pasadena.html' title='020208pasadena.'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-8733666758038866285</id><published>2008-01-23T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:21:14.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>012208.</title><content type='html'>All of a sudden no one was talking to me on aim. Haha. So here goes. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;012208.&lt;BR/&gt;Hung out with Charlie today. He wanted me to go with him to pick up his snowboard because he was scared that he'd get raped or something like that. Well there's that and the fact that he just didn't want to go alone. Haha. Ya never know if the people on craigslist are pedophiles or rapists. You just never know. Anyways… I went to his house at about 9 and we hung out there for a while. He got ready and waited for emails from other people about snowboard boots as I observed how messy and dusty his room was and looked at his collection of DVDs. We talked about the good ol days and just laughed. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;We couldn't leave his dog home alone so we brought him along. :D unfortunately that little fuzz ball farted on me twice. And unfortunately the window on my side didn't work. -_- so yeah. I had to fan the horrible smell away from me towards Charlie. Haha. He opened the sun roof thank goodness. Also, at some point he walked across my lap and threw up in the coin holder.  I didn't realize it until I saw something yellow and liquidy with little chunks of who knows what and I said "omg! Did he just throw up!?" *sigh* today just wasn't a good day for him :(. Poor thing… if he threw up on me… I probably would have thrown up too. -_- just looking at that yellowy goodness made me gag. Ugh. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Anyways… thank goodness I was there cuz Charlie would've gotten lost… two times did we have to turn around and get back on the right street. Tsk tsk. Wait a minute. Was it MY fault that we got lost… I mean I WAS the one with the directions. Lol. Haha sorry Charlie. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Haha. The whole time Charlie was telling me about his snowboard he was like "dude I think the kid I'm buying it from is white. Yeah his mom totally sounds white." So we were waiting outside the house because the kid's mom was gonna be there in a couple of minutes when this asian chick comes up to the car and says "are you here for the snowboard?" haha. Totally missed the target Charlie. Good job. One nice looking snowboard with new bearings. Pretty friggin good for just 100 bucks. Man that neighborhood had a shitload of nice houses. Charlie was like "dude they should just give it to me for free! They don't need the money." Haha. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;We were driving back, listening to my ipod when the song &lt;I&gt;you don't have to call&lt;/I&gt; by usher came up. Charlie was like "omg. Do u have burn??" poor boy was down in the dumps about some things… but I played it for him. There he was… singing along… tears in his eyes… It was on shuffle and the next song just happened to be &lt;I&gt;you got it bad&lt;/I&gt; and he's like "stef you have to sing with me" so I did. Lol. And damnit the next song was &lt;I&gt;can you help me&lt;/I&gt; geez. All the sad usher songs just HAD to play one right after the other! Ugh. Still… that was a fun drive… talking… singing… holding our breath when we passed tunnels… nearly throwing up every time we saw the dog barf swirling around in the coin holder… good times. Good times indeed. :)&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;After that we went back to his place cuz he wanted me to go with him to watch his little sister's bball game. To pass the time we watched eurotrip since charlie loves it and I'd never seen it before. That was one hilarious movie I must say. Haha. I liked it more than I thought I would. :) though there was ONE scene I didn't like very much… the nude beach scene with the ugly old men… nope. I didn't like that scene at all. -_-…  hmm. My fav scene is probably the one where they're on the train and there's this weird guy that hits on Jamie every time they went under a tunnel. Haha. Hilarious! &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;After the movie I helped Charlie take of this black sticky shit off off his new board. At first we were using our nails but after a while we upgraded to knives. Lol. A LOT faster and easier if u ask me. :P Then he started putting alcohol on it to soften that crap up. It took forever but we took all of it off. Its I nice board but the roses make it look kinda girly. Lol jk jk. We went to watch his sister's bball game and after that I was off to me home. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Hope u have fun tomorrow Charlie and Justin. Be careful! Don't break anything! Look out for each other! Haha. I wish I could've gone with you guys. I asked my mom if I could go snowboarding with you guys but the first thing she said was "AY! YOU'RE GOING TO BREAK SOMETHING!" which was followed by warnings and stories of how people have broken arms and legs and even died blah blah blah. Haha. Maybe next time. :)&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Ok so now here's other winter break stuff that's happened.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;010808 &lt;BR/&gt;Michelle/Marvin's party&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Me and jess woke up early cuz her mom was bringing us to long beach. Brought back memories of our rides to school. -_- her mom dropped us off at michelle's. she was sleepy so jess and I just hung out and she went back to her room. Michelle came back out to hang out with us cuz she heard us laughing. Haha. We spent about an hour trying to set up the Nintendo 64 but we never figured it out -_-. Michelle brought us to school cuz we were gonna play tennis w/justin. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Jess and I were warming up when justin walked onto the courts looking very serious as he usually did whenever he had his ipod on.  Jess and I continued to rally when justin whipped out this headband thingy and wrapped it around his head. We couldn't help but laugh at how funny he looked… like a wannabe ninja or something. Haha. Then he pulled out sunglasses to complete his ensemble. Yes yes… a rather dashing tennis player I'd say. Lol. I managed to beat jess a couple of times or I think just once haha but I was never able to beat justin. I guess I lost cuz I was so focused on beating him. Lol. I'll get him next time though. rawr! It was fun. Jess and I haven't played in a while so it was good to get some exercise. :)&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;After playing we ate at chipotle where justin and I tried that finger/number game with jess. Then we tried black magic and the bang! game. I forgot which one that she figured out though. haha. Not sure if she figured out ANY of them actually. Lol. She just gave up and said "I don't like to think." or something like that. QUITTER! Lol jk. After that we went to justin's apt, took showers, and played the wii!! :D Mike hung out with us for a while but he had to go to work. :( … before he left we watched him play mario galaxy he died like 10+ times trying to beat this one level with spinning metal things. Lol.  Then once mike left justin took over and we just watched him play and this time he kept on dying at this other level. -_- it was fun to watch. :) &lt;BR/&gt;a funny thing happened. Justin was in the shower and I started playing mario galaxy when I heard something… &lt;BR/&gt;Stef "jess… jess I think he's singing…"  &lt;BR/&gt;Jess "huh?"&lt;BR/&gt;Stef  *pauses game* "shhh… listen…"&lt;BR/&gt;And indeed he WAS singing in the shower. So jess and I got up and recorded his lovely voice. Lol.  We also played this really fun tank game. It was hard at first but we got used to it. Jess got the high score. :P &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Mike got back from work so he started playing mario again. It was all like déjà vu since we already saw justin beat the same levels only hours before so I just took a nap. Jess just went through justin's music in his laptop and they sang nsync, her sensual seduction song, spice girls, and others haha. I just listened as I rested.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I don't even remember what time we left for the party but it was pretty late already. We played rock band. Which was fun but there were complaints about the guitar. We kept on asking justin to sing but he was being a little jerk. :P but after a while he ended up singing and jess and i were satisfied. :)  justin was singing, jess was on the guitar, and I was on the drums. We performed dani california by RHCP and we did pretty darn well. Haha. My arms were really tired afterwards though. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;We played cranium but everyone kept on cheating so we just gave up on that. After a while I just couldn't think anymore. Lol. I think we (team jess,stef,justin) won though. :) then we played taboo, girls vs guys. The guys won. -_- i would've done a lot better if I wasn't so damn distracted! Haha but it was fun. I liked it. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;After the loudest people from the party left, some people slept and we played cards. Pusoy dos mostly. Then after a while we just went to sleep. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;011208&lt;BR/&gt;My party&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Hardly counts as a party since there were so few people. Lol. But it felt like a party… anyways, Jess, Charlie, Ron, and Justin came over to hang out. First we picked up ron and some pizza and stupid Charlie wouldn't go back to get some figgin ranch so I had to go and get it myself. Rawr!! so on the way home my car kept on saying "left door is open… left door is open" and it was driving me crazy. I kept opening and closing my door but NOTHING. Turns out it was actually the RIGHT door open. Stupid car. -_- so we ate. watched football. Then we played taboo. Then we watched bourne ultimatum. It was fun. I had a good time. The end…&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;011608&lt;BR/&gt;The Pike&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Went to the pike with charlie, keisha, and justin. &lt;BR/&gt;Lets see. We ate at bubba gump and neither me nor keisha finished our food. Lol. After that we went to gameworks and went bowling. We played 2 games but near the end of the 2nd the stupid thing kept messing up on us. NOT COOL. Haha. Every time someone made a strike they would do their lil victory dance… well… everyone except me. lol. Justin and charlie did push ups… well justin did… and charlie TRIED to do a push up. Lol. Keisha did her own little dance too. And me… I just smiled at my accomplishment. Haha. Charlie did this one super sexy victory dance this one time and it was HILARIOUS. I really wish that I tried it though. lol. Just for fun. After bowling we played games. Basketball, hockey table, some zombie shooting game, pool, DDR! Haha. Poor charlie and keish failed on their first try. And I think they were on easy too. Tsk tsk. Justin and I played too but we survived all 3 rounds. Haw haw. Justin was really tired when we were done though. the poor fatty couldn't take it. Lol. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Keisha needed to go home so we drove her to a gas station where her mom was. Her mom got lost and she was freaking out. She was scared cuz there were some weird people around her. Haha. Poor keisha's mom. Lol. Her mom seems really cool and they look a lot alike too. Charlie and I went with justin to get some boba and some food. Then we went back to justin's apt and we watched rush hour 3. After that we went back home. Later that night I was really hungry when I realized that I left my leftover bubba gump food at justin's place. Justin informed me that mike ate it and said it was really good. Damn him. -_- &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;011908&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Only charlie, ron and justin came over this time. No jess because her parents made her go somewhere with them. -_-&lt;BR/&gt;Charlie and I picked up ron, went back to my place. ron suggested we watch resident evil 3. It was an ok movie. Lol I screamed once but that was stupid. :P poor charlie never watched the first 2 movies so he didn't really get what was going on or who some of the people were. I was wondering where some of the people from part 2 went. Like the little kid and that cop chick. Ah wells. Prolly died or some shit.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Justin came over about 7:30 and he brought with him monopoly and risk, both of which I have NEVER played before. Monopoly… I've played, yes. But I've never finished and never really understood how to play. It was fun but damn justin and his damn bargaining! Grr! We were all putty in his hands. Ugh. Played right into his traps! I can't believe I actually finished a game of monopoly. :D ron was the first one out, then me.. then it was just charlie and justin. It was pretty obvious who was going to win. -_- bleh. We'll get u next time justin… we will… &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;After monopoly we made some smores. Yummy! We were gonna go outside to use the grill but we changed our minds because it was waaay to cold outside. Haha. Ron was in the bathroom so we turned off all the lights and hid downstairs… we tried to keep quiet but we kept on laughing. When ron got out of the bathroom we heard him say "what the heck?" lol. We could tell he was totally lost. we heard him go downstairs. Still couldn't help but laugh. I don't remember what ron said but I think it was "you guys are stupid." Lol. Then we ate smores using the stove. Yum yum. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;The guys were looking through my dvd collection when charlie goes "LETS WATCH ROBOCOP!" I never watched it before. I just knew that we had the movie. Haha. He pulled it out and it just so happened that the plastic cover was still on it. Wow right? I think we've had it for like 4 or 5 years and yet my dad never opened it. Tsk tsk. Wasting money. I know that there's at least 5 or 6 other dvds that my dad has never opened. Oh the shame… So then the guys wrapped themselves w/blankets and we popped the movie in. to my surprise I actually liked it. Lol. I liked it even more since the guys would make funny comments on things every once in a while or when justin would say the lines with the movie. Lol. "dead or alive you're coming with me" "stay out of trouble" haha. Oh the fun. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;After the movie, charlie's dad picked him up and the 3 of us played risk. My missions or whatever were friggin impossible! Justin informed us that is was really hard to conquer asia. And what lucky card did I get!? "conquer asia"!!! just fan-friggin-tastic! I knew I wasn't gonna win. It was really fun though. :) justin won of course cuz ron and I are noobs. So what ev! Lol.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;After risk we played some holdem. i was surprised that I actually beat the both of em haha. 1 poker bracelet!! Woot woot! Haha. We were getting really loud cuz justin lost really bad and he was yelling so then my mom was like "Stephannie…. Its 2 o'clock" and I was like "ok" so then the guys just left. Haha. That was a really fun night. Thanks guys for coming over. :) I only wish that I'd   &lt;FONT color="black"&gt;kissed him that night. :/&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Oh yeah… heath ledger died today… erm yesterday. :( poor guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-8733666758038866285?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/8733666758038866285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/01/012208.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/8733666758038866285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/8733666758038866285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/01/012208.html' title='012208.'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-6110515593187362481</id><published>2008-01-02T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:16:33.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>010208SixFlags.</title><content type='html'>My first time going to 6 flags since I was 7. Haha. With Charlie, Justin, and Jeremy. Yeah… all guys because SOMEONE wouldn't go with us… *cough*jess*cough* it would've been more fun if we had jess there to make fun of. Lol jk. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Ok first of all… I went to universal studios with anty and chris on new years. It was pretty last minute so it was just the 3 of us. We got there at 2, we went straight to the mummy and we rode it twice. Then anty and I rode Jurassic park while chris waited for us. When we got off the ride, chris was rather excited to tell us that a milf had checked him out while he was waiting for us. Lol. We walked around, took some pics, and rode on the studio tour where some lady dropped her phone off the tram. Tsk tsk. We were bored so we decided to watch a movie. We went to city walk but then Sweeney todd started at 8. So then anty's dad picked us up and drove us to Glendale. We ate in n out and we were about to watch Sweeney todd but then that bitch at the ticket booth wouldn't let us buy a ticket for anty cuz we had to be 21 in order to buy a ticket for someone underage. (-_-) ugh. I was SO close to finally watching it! Oh well. Some other time I guess. It was fun hanging out with you guys. ♥ u both. :)&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;So… I wanted to get plenty of sleep so that I wouldn't be tired when we went to six flags so I slept at 11 and got a good 8 hours of sleep. :)&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I woke up at 7 to make charlie spam musubi because he's been craving it for just about forever.  Haha. Then Justin and Jeremy came over to print out their tickets but then online it said that we needed our IDs. So we had to drive the opposite way to justin's house to pick up jeremy's ID. We listened to chappelle in the car which was just hilarious! Whatever it was, I really wanna download it now. So when we got to six flags, turns out that we didn't even need our stupid IDs. Haha. The bastards… but it was ok cuz we were early anyways. Jeremy and Justin were walking rather fast so charlie's fat ass was just lagging behind. Lol. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Sadly, X and Viper were closed so we went straight to Tatsu (I think it was tatsu). When we were waiting in line I was really nervous since I've never been to 6 flags before. I wasn't completely sure I could handle it. :/ Anyways, when we were getting off the ride I slipped and fell. I thought I was bleeding or something and it hurt like a bitch but I didn't want to tell the guys. The day had just begun and I didn't want to ruin it by telling the guys that I was injured. Throughout the day it hurt every time my right leg touched something. (-_-) but most of the time it didn't hurt so it was ok. :)&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;We went on most of the rides and most of the time we didn't wait for more than 20 mins in line. While waiting in line we played holdem, black magic, this one game that had to do with fingers and numbers, rock paper scissors, and other "girly" games that justin knew. But that finger and number game just bugged me the whole day! I kept on trying to figure it out. I was trying to calculate all that shit for the whole day! Aaah! And the jerks wouldn't tell me how it was done. :(…. Lol. Then that damn black magic thing! Ugh! The whole time I just kept on begging Charlie to tell me the secrets to the games but he wouldn't budge. &amp;gt;:( grrrr.  BANG BANG BANG! Who's dead? … I don't know! &amp;gt;:O waaah! Oh and we also played this one game where we had to name movies starting from A to Z. I think I won that game. :)&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Haha. It was hilarious when justin kept on screaming "GOLDRUSHERRRR!!" when we were riding it. It made the ride all the more fun. :) We took a break at some point and we ate garlic fries and played holdem, the whole time we were counting how many wins and poker bracelets each of us had. Lol. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;We saw this one carnival game thing where you had to toss quarters onto a plate. Friggin impossible! Lol. Justin put carmex on one of his quarters hoping that it would make it stick to the plate… didn't work so well. Then he tried this other method but he ended up just throwing his quarter across the stand. Lol. Silly boy. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;When we went on log jammer the second time, this guy stopped us and told us that we had to keep our hands inside the ride cuz stupid Charlie and Jeremy splashing water all over the place. Tsk tsk. :P I really liked log jammer. Really. Haha. The only downside was that I was freezing for the rest of the day since my jacket got wet and I was stupid enough to dress warm on a chilly day. Actually, I was only cold after log jammer so whatever.  TY Jeremy for letting me borrow your jacket! :) Charlie bought himself some sweats cuz he was freezing too and he also bought his sister something. How sweet. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;On superman the guys all did this thing with pennies and it was cool how they would float in the air with us. lol. That was probably the longest wait for us even though it's the shortest ride there. :P and while we were waiting in line, the couple in front of us were practically having sex according to Charlie. Yeah, it was pretty uncomfortable standing behind those two. &lt;BR/&gt;  &lt;BR/&gt; At the end of the day we went to goliath♥ again since we had some extra time. We were walking when Charlie asked me to take a picture. I reached in my bag and my camera wasn't there! (-_-) we went looking for it but to no avail. No one had turned it in to guest services so I filled out a form and we went on our way. Oh well. I need a new camera anyways. Lol. I keep losing electronics at theme parks! First my phone at universal on the studio tour and now my camera. Whatever. It didn't bother me that much… I guess… &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;We ate at this Italian restaurant in Burbank where I finally learned the secret to the finger/number game and black magic. As we waited for our food we played pusoy dos. Justin won most of the time, but that was only because he was looking at Jeremy's cards the whole time. Tsk tsk. That cheater! Argh. I'm still not completely sure that I know the trick to the bang bang who's dead game… I guess I'll find out next time we hang out. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;When I got home, I looked at my leg cuz it still hurt… and there was this 5 inch bruise on my leg and it was turning green. o_O! I showed sandy and she said that she got a bruise like that once and it took a year for it to go away. So… shit! &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;After today, I realize that I shouldn't be so scared of roller coasters cuz they're fuckin fun! Ha! And I was nervous when we started… I really want to go there again but not during the summer when it'll be packed and hot. Perhaps next winter. :)&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Yep. I can't really remember anything else so I'll end it here. I had a great time and I hope the guys did too. :)&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;this would usually be the section where i post up pics but i don't have my cam. lol. i didn't take that many pics anyways. :P&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;FIN.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;oh yeah... when i got home i told my mom that i lost the camera... i think she took it pretty well. lol. however, she didn't forget to remind me of that time i lost my phone at universal. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-6110515593187362481?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/6110515593187362481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/01/010208sixflags.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/6110515593187362481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/6110515593187362481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2008/01/010208sixflags.html' title='010208SixFlags.'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-808813760195288860</id><published>2007-08-29T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:14:07.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>082007universalcitywalk.</title><content type='html'>once again extremely late in posting up pics etc.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;went to city walk. w/ christia and marie.&lt;BR/&gt;stacey was supposed to go with us but she had her family to take care of. well we haven't hung out w/ them in i think over 6 months. and that's just sad.&lt;BR/&gt;we watched harry potter in 3D!!! O_O i was dumb cuz i wore the glasses throughout the whole movie when we only needed them for like 30 mins of it! waaah! that was dumb.&lt;BR/&gt;it was hard for me to concentrate when that damn "thats what she said" kept replaying in my head any time something fit. for example, harry says "we've been at it for hours... can i just rest!" then "that's what SHE said!" then snape goes "the dark lord doesn't rest." it was just too funny. and yeah. so many "that's what she said" jokes that day.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;after the movie we walked around city walk of course... buying nothing... merely looking around. lol.&lt;BR/&gt;then we went to pinkberry. during the drive there we nearly died about 3 times thanks to marie. such a good driver she is indeed. anyways i tried green tea and it tasted like grass. nastee.&lt;BR/&gt;anyways... as we were eating pinkberry in marie's car, the car next to us was having problems. and a kind man on a bike stopped to help them... strange though... how his super tight shorts allowed everyone who cared to glance to see his disgusting package.&lt;BR/&gt;uuuuugh. sends shivers down my spine. anyways... later he stood next to the drivers side where a poor girl sat. oh the pity of it all. there it was. his dick staring her in the face. just sad. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;well, after pinkberry we went home. so here's the few pics i took at citywalk.  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;silly xtia wanted her glasses to match her bag... lol. i matched too. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/082007citywalk/DSC03545.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/082007citywalk/DSC03546.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;now THATS hip!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/082007citywalk/DSC03547.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/082007citywalk/DSC03548.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;who knows when we shall hang out again. perhaps in another 6 months... :(&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;fin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-808813760195288860?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/808813760195288860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2007/08/082007universalcitywalk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/808813760195288860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/808813760195288860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2007/08/082007universalcitywalk.html' title='082007universalcitywalk.'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-8661794985513565158</id><published>2007-08-26T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:12:03.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>081207staceysdebut.</title><content type='html'>i'm very late at posting this. lol. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;stacey's debut... the big day!! i wish i'd taken pics w/everyone. &lt;BR/&gt;we got our hair done at 6 in the morning and waited for all the girls to get their hair done too. then we went to practice the dance one more time. then we waited... and waited for the guests to arrive.&lt;BR/&gt;i was pretty nervous. but it was fun. during the dance i fell down at some point i slipped on my damn dress. ugh! but i kept on going. i forgot to smile cuz i'm a dumbass.&lt;BR/&gt;i felt bad about the video cuz i didn't say much. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;lets see... when the debut was over, most of the court went to in-n-out. where we discovered that jean and milo were twins and a bunch of funny stuff involving the glass divider passed. the in-n-out ppl kicked us out and we were forced to say our goodbyes. &lt;BR/&gt;i'm really gonna miss those debut practices. all those strange, cool people. i wish i'd gotten to know them instead of shying away, hanging out only w/ppl i knew. *sigh* but i'll still miss them.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;well we got home and chris and i stayed up playing cards until 4am. i beat him 2-12 at pusoy dos. ha ha. loser. then i read his love fortune a couple of times... he the same friggin person for all of them. so yeah. that's it. the end of my debut days w/stacey's court.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/081207staceysdebut/DSC03394.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/081207staceysdebut/DSC03396.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/081207staceysdebut/DSC03397.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;buff is he not?&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/081207staceysdebut/DSC03400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/081207staceysdebut/DSC03402.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;do you see me!?&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/081207staceysdebut/DSC03403.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/081207staceysdebut/DSC03405.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/081207staceysdebut/DSC03406.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/081207staceysdebut/DSC03408.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/081207staceysdebut/DSC03409.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/081207staceysdebut/DSC03410.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;the other hawkins. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/081207staceysdebut/DSC03412.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;me and my much more attractive older sister.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/081207staceysdebut/DSC03414.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/081207staceysdebut/DSC03416.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;"what u looking at bitch!"&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/081207staceysdebut/DSC03417.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/081207staceysdebut/DSC03419.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/081207staceysdebut/DSC03420.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;oh how i miss them.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/081207staceysdebut/DSC03421.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/081207staceysdebut/DSC03422.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;he IS a strange one that darrell.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/081207staceysdebut/DSC03424.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/081207staceysdebut/DSC03426.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/081207staceysdebut/DSC03427.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/081207staceysdebut/DSC03429.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/081207staceysdebut/DSC03431.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;listen and learn.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/081207staceysdebut/DSC03432.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/081207staceysdebut/DSC03434.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/081207staceysdebut/DSC03435.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;lol. look at the faces... stacey=jerry!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/081207staceysdebut/DSC03437.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;lovers.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/081207staceysdebut/DSC03439.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;so near yet so far away.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/081207staceysdebut/DSC03442.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/081207staceysdebut/DSC03446.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/081207staceysdebut/DSC03447.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;geek!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/081207staceysdebut/DSC03448.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;couple of the year!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/081207staceysdebut/DSC03450.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;dadeeee.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/081207staceysdebut/DSC03459.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/081207staceysdebut/DSC03461.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/081207staceysdebut/DSC03462.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;me and JC. :)&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/081207staceysdebut/DSC03467.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/081207staceysdebut/DSC03468.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;me and WFF. (worst friend forever.)&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/081207staceysdebut/DSC03469.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/081207staceysdebut/DSC03470.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/081207staceysdebut/DSC03471.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;just a little touch up before we dance.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/081207staceysdebut/DSC03473.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/081207staceysdebut/DSC03474.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;wierdo. lol. that's creepy.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/081207staceysdebut/DSC03475.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;me and the real BFF. HAHA nikki!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/081207staceysdebut/DSC03477.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;nikki the wierdo.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/081207staceysdebut/DSC03478.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/081207staceysdebut/DSC03479.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/081207staceysdebut/DSC03482.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;one of the strange ones.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/081207staceysdebut/DSC03483.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/081207staceysdebut/DSC03484.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/081207staceysdebut/DSC03485.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/081207staceysdebut/DSC03486.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/081207staceysdebut/DSC03487.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/081207staceysdebut/DSC03489.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/081207staceysdebut/DSC03490.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/081207staceysdebut/DSC03492.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;i like this pic.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/081207staceysdebut/DSC03496.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;mr emo. :(&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/081207staceysdebut/DSC03498.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;cool pic.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/081207staceysdebut/DSC03504.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;and here's chris the day after. we went out w/nikki for yogos and ok chinese. then we went back home and watched some movies and played some video games.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/081207staceysdebut/DSC03511.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;fin.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;p.s. happy belated birthday stace.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;also... school starts tomorrow and i'm scared. :( wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-8661794985513565158?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/8661794985513565158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2007/08/081207staceysdebut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/8661794985513565158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/8661794985513565158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2007/08/081207staceysdebut.html' title='081207staceysdebut.'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-7269018891348643103</id><published>2007-08-23T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:10:35.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>080807debutpractice.</title><content type='html'>our LAST debut practice. :( thanks sandy for taking pics. :)&lt;BR/&gt;my sundays and wednesdays are gonna be SO boring now!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;what was i looking at?&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080807debutpract/DSC03317.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080807debutpract/DSC03318.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080807debutpract/DSC03319.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080807debutpract/DSC03320.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080807debutpract/DSC03321.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080807debutpract/DSC03322.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080807debutpract/DSC03323.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080807debutpract/DSC03324.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080807debutpract/DSC03325.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080807debutpract/DSC03326.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080807debutpract/DSC03327.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;"sup nigg! u got beef!?"&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080807debutpract/DSC03328.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;lonely dancer.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080807debutpract/DSC03330.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;fat... ass...&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080807debutpract/DSC03331.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080807debutpract/DSC03332.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080807debutpract/DSC03333.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080807debutpract/DSC03334.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080807debutpract/DSC03337.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080807debutpract/DSC03338.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080807debutpract/DSC03344.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080807debutpract/DSC03346.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;there's something terribly wrong with this picture.  tell me if you see it.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080807debutpract/DSC03348.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080807debutpract/DSC03349.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;fly. FLY!!!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080807debutpract/DSC03351.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080807debutpract/DSC03352.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080807debutpract/DSC03354.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080807debutpract/DSC03355.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080807debutpract/DSC03356.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080807debutpract/DSC03357.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080807debutpract/DSC03358.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080807debutpract/DSC03359.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080807debutpract/DSC03360.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080807debutpract/DSC03361.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080807debutpract/DSC03362.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080807debutpract/DSC03363.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080807debutpract/DSC03365.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080807debutpract/DSC03366.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080807debutpract/DSC03367.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080807debutpract/DSC03368.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080807debutpract/DSC03369.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080807debutpract/DSC03371.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080807debutpract/DSC03372.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080807debutpract/DSC03374.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;fin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-7269018891348643103?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/7269018891348643103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2007/08/080807debutpractice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/7269018891348643103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/7269018891348643103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2007/08/080807debutpractice.html' title='080807debutpractice.'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-634502294839988140</id><published>2007-08-22T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:07:10.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>080507party.</title><content type='html'>&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;party for tita tess @ anty's house. we drew on antys dry erase board. and i took more random pics. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;neil neil neil... tsk tsk tsk.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080507titatessparty/DSC03068.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;sandy doing hw.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080507titatessparty/DSC03069.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080507titatessparty/DSC03070.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080507titatessparty/DSC03071.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080507titatessparty/DSC03072.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080507titatessparty/DSC03073.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080507titatessparty/DSC03075.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080507titatessparty/DSC03076.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080507titatessparty/DSC03081.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080507titatessparty/DSC03084.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080507titatessparty/DSC03085.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080507titatessparty/DSC03086.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;he ♥ed that ♥ slinky.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080507titatessparty/DSC03091.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;of COURSE we watched spongebob. what else WOULD we watch? drawings... [my person][kevins bat]&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080507titatessparty/DSC03093.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080507titatessparty/DSC03098.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080507titatessparty/DSC03099.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080507titatessparty/DSC03105.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080507titatessparty/DSC03107.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080507titatessparty/DSC03108.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;oh the shame of it all. using a child as a footstool.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080507titatessparty/DSC03110.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080507titatessparty/DSC03111.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080507titatessparty/DSC03112.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080507titatessparty/DSC03113.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080507titatessparty/DSC03114.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;i don't think he really knew how to play.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080507titatessparty/DSC03115.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080507titatessparty/DSC03116.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;art in the making.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080507titatessparty/DSC03122.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;exercising the mind neil... w/manga...?&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080507titatessparty/DSC03124.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080507titatessparty/DSC03126.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080507titatessparty/DSC03129.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080507titatessparty/DSC03130.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;anty by stef..... stepha nn ie by anty...&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080507titatessparty/DSC03131.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080507titatessparty/DSC03132.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;nathan by chris&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080507titatessparty/DSC03133.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;blue ink by stef... green ink by chris...&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080507titatessparty/DSC03141.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080507titatessparty/DSC03142.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080507titatessparty/DSC03144.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080507titatessparty/DSC03145.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;we didn't even pray with the parents... &lt;BR/&gt;fin.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204498945287131034-634502294839988140?l=stefcasanova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/feeds/634502294839988140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2007/08/080507party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/634502294839988140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5204498945287131034/posts/default/634502294839988140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefcasanova.blogspot.com/2007/08/080507party.html' title='080507party.'/><author><name>simplystef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08649226840655204987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204498945287131034.post-231901100413282774</id><published>2007-08-03T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:05:09.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>080207huntington.</title><content type='html'>&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;went to huntington beach w/car, ann, zen, &amp;amp; jc. our original plan was to go to raging waters but my dad didn't get the tix for us for $20. so then we didn't want to pay that much. then we all had this big debate about going to raging waters or hurricane harbor, some other water park or the beach. that lasted i dunno, 2 hours or something. then we ended up deciding to go to huntington. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;i'm pretty glad that my dad didn't buy those tix cuz 1 we didn't have to spend much money and 2 the beach was pretty damn fun. first we ate lunch (sandwiches, sun chips, and chicken), then we tried to make a sand castle for about 5 minutes until the waves swept over our progress. so we were like "screw this!" and we went into the water. once we got in (probably @ 1), we didn't get out until 5. sadly none of them really knew how to use the body boards. ann stayed in the shallow area... the VERY shallow area where only the children played. :( she thought she would drown if she went too far. tsk tsk. i mean, you would have to go really far into the water until it got really deep. eventually car and jc got the hang of it. so yeah... very fun day. :D afterwards we dropped off ann cuz her parents ALWAYS want her home by 7 and the rest of us went to ihop for dinner. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;so here's the pics!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080207huntington/DSC02988.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;thanks for driving us jc! :D&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080207huntington/DSC02989.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080207huntington/DSC02991.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080207huntington/DSC02992.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080207huntington/DSC02993.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080207huntington/DSC02995.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;"say myspace!"&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080207huntington/DSC02996.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;damnit cara i'm not on a diet!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080207huntington/DSC02998.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080207huntington/DSC02999.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;emo ann.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080207huntington/DSC03004.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;freaky pic.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080207huntington/DSC03005.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080207huntington/DSC03010.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080207huntington/DSC03015.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;eyes on the road, sir.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080207huntington/DSC03016.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;HAHA! sleepy little car.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080207huntington/DSC03017.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080207huntington/DSC03019.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080207huntington/DSC03027.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080207huntington/DSC03023.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;EEK! scariest hands in the world! ANN!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080207huntington/DSC03029.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;sorry. did i wake you?&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080207huntington/DSC03035.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;poor cara. annoyed with phone calls 24/7&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080207huntington/DSC03041.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080207huntington/DSC03042.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080207huntington/DSC03043.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080207huntington/DSC03044.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;fatass!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080207huntington/DSC03046.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080207huntington/DSC03047.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;harry potter glasses. :P&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080207huntington/DSC03048.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;i DO love pancakes for dinner! yummy!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080207huntington/DSC03050.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080207huntington/DSC03051.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080207huntington/DSC03052.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;cara shoved the fork in his mouth. tsk tsk.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v337/scasanova/080207huntington/DSC03055.jpg"/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;"so stef how do you think today went?"&lt;BR/&gt;"hmm... i think today went well."&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://i
