Sup, bitches and hoes.
Long time no update...since I'm lazy as hell and never seem to do anything but ramble in these things.
But I figured I should clarify that I'm still alive.
And very much kicking. =]

So, I'm a senior.
That's kinda weird as hell, actually. I'm the oldest kid on both sides of my family, so I'll be the first of any of my siblings, first cousins, OR second cousins to go to college.
Assuming I don't get knocked up, addicted to cocaine, or shot in the face in the next year...all of which are actually entirely possible at this point.
But still. Senior year. That should be a fun experience, right?
Minus this whole "weight training" class.
What?
Weight training?
In case you didn't know (however, everyone knows this), I'm a WUSS. I can't even bench press the goddamn bar, usually. Plus...football wastoids? I can feel my brains leaking out my ears as we speak, children. High five, grey matter dripping from one's body cavities!

Why am I doing this, you ask?
Partly because if I don't get this last gym credit, I won't graduate, 4.2 GPA be damned!
But mostly, for the same reason I do everything...for teh lulz!11

Speaking of lulz...
I'm doing this dance convention in August, and I'm pretty freakin' stoked, since my future husband (who unfortunately, is ten years older than myself AND gay), is teaching, as is this woman who I have an insane girlcrush on...but then there's advanced hip-hop.
Picture, if you will, a shrimpy white girl doing hip-hop.
THAT, friend, is the definition of lulz.

Hmm, moving ever onward...
It's summer.
I like summer.
Summer brings ice cream, and I'm a big fan of that.
And swimming, and subsequently, skinny dipping (ARIEL NICHOLSON ) at ungodly hours of the night.
And summer musicals with the bitches'n'hoes...aka adventures in South O, trips to Jacobo's and Taco Bell, and befriending summer school students (or not).
Unfortunately, it won't bring papier-mache Buddhas or sparkly orange pants as last summer did, but still, pretty good time.
And it brings senior pictures...which should actually be pretty damn fun, if I can learn how to smile without (a) scrunching my face, (b) sticking my neck out like a turtle, (c) making myself look like I'm missing teeth which I am not, or (d) all of the above.

Know what summer does not bring?

Pants.

I hate pants. They tend to cramp what little style I have. Ergo, summer is a wonderful time, because I have nobody to impress.
Suck on that.

So, in short,
I will hopefully survive and enjoy my senior year.
Unless I kill myself as a result of weight training. (Or, you know, get shot in the face, addicted to cocaine, knocked up, etc.)
I will fail (but have fun with) advanced hip-hop.
I like summer.
I do not like pants.

And I'm just in this for teh lulz.

Questions, comments, concerns?

Peace out, girl scouts.