Saturday, April 17, 2010

good times

normally one that cringes and/or screams at the sight of a camera, i decided to go off the deep end (¿does that work here?) and commit a photo shoot.

i consider myself to be the newest nerd hybrid (consumed with school work, but not actually smart/lets anything productive come of stress), and this is me doing the AP project we were assigned 6 months ago:

i think you'll find the following picture sequence to not only be devastatingly sexy, but also a bit blogtastic (see above definition)



Photobucket Photobucket Photobucket good times, good times...

Thursday, April 15, 2010

mis perros (my puppies)

i consider myself to be a respectable person by nature, so i won't go and deny y'all the benefits that come with me blogging about my pets. my dogs. mon chéries.

first, let's start with their names: Ally and Lena. what the motha f-er? i'll be the first to say that their names are weird and not at all cute or funny. i mean, seriously. "ally"? could we at least have had the decency to spell the name right?

second, their selfishness: they won't give me (the bitch that feeds them their dinner) the time of day unless i've got food, in which case they grab it with their scary sharp teeth and retreat far away. they put their asses in the air, facing me, and then occasionally sneak a peek back at me, like i'm gonna go steal it or something. right, like i want their dried pig's ear (or whatever the f those biscuits are made up of).

thirdly, their slight mental retardation: the dogs are fucking purebred golden retrievers. as in retrievers that are golden. ever since they were pups they've never been able to grasp the concept of "fetch." they are fucking golden retrievers but they still refuse to ever bring back an object if you throw it at 'em.

if you are eager to play fetch, like i was a mere moment ago, you can get them all riled up and the throw the ball (or in this case, a stuffed animal--their fav) into the lucious green grass, and they'll initially sprint after it. but alas, halfway thru the chase, they'll seemly be overcome with boredness and maneuver side ways and start sniffing the ground. which leaves you standing there pathetically, relying on a slightly mentally retarded dog for amusement. you think i would learn. but no.

i don't learn, and besides considering myself to be respectable by nature, i also consider myself to be slightly slow on the uptake. so, momentarily forgetting her mental and physical flaws, i initiated a simple tug-o-war game with the youngest, Lena. she, mistaking my enthusiasm for the game as an eagerness to begin combat, dug her claws in and scraped my arm like a freakin' pirate.

 then, also pretty slow on the uptake, Lena ignored my shouting of, "GODDAMMIT" and "WILL YOU STOP YOU FUCKING DOG?!" and continued to bite and scratch me like i was enjoying it. at this point, tears were in my eyes and i was getting sick and tired of being beat upon like a Freedom Writer**and pointed my unsevered arm in the direction of Ally. Lena soon started attacking Ally and i was able to escape to my humble abode. i was officially unenthustiastic to play with these stupid dogs and/or enjoy the outside.

and that's how the world became round.




**please excuse this slightly insensitive reference



Lena being her usual snobby self--look at that nose so high up in the air. 

Ally doing what she does best: laying down and contributing little-to-nothing monetarily to the household. typical. 

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

assholes on the bus

today we had to deal with our fair share of assholes on the bus. on a normal day, we I like to focus my attention on the bus "driver" and let the others mind their own business (cuz, hey, i'm a good person). but yesterday, some racial slurs were made a few seats down from tessa and i. these were maddening, but i refuse to share what they said to y'all here (that's how bad they were). the point is, we got all hot and bothered.

now today it was raining and it was fucking hot and courtney was on the bus -- so there were plenty of distractions. yet when i saw his ugly face i couldn't help but to shout at him and his buddies that they were all assholes. this never goes well, and today's test proved that they didn't really give a shit about some big-haired spaz calling them assholes. well, wrong move, buddy.

we were recounting what they had said to courtney, when my hero, tessa, marched back to where the redneck motherfuckers racist people were sitting and started to show them who's boss. it was all going comically well, when that motherfucking bitch "emily" started sharing her point of view. first of all, the bitch wasn't even part of the brawl conversation so she just mind her own fucking business. but no, she's the kind of chick who will rant and rant and rant until your so confused you don't know which ass out of the bunch is the ugliest. she said shit like, "you can't change things in the world" and "it's much more common in the south," and best yet, "they should be able to say the n-word on T.V." of course the bitch wouldn't give us a chance for an appropriate rebuttal and i had to call tessa back so she wouldn't slap da whore.

but then MR. I WEAR THE SAME FUGLY BASEBALL CAP EVERY FUCKING DAY  looked at me (as i was standing up at this point, getting ready to pounce like a cat) and simply said, "asians are the most racist people." i quickly responded with "that's racist right there buddy. stereotypes." and he was like, "no, it's true." and i'm like, "really? where's your proof? is it up your asshole?" and he was like, "i have a friend and he said---" and i was like, "oh really, your friend represents all asian people now does he?" and he was like, "no butbutbut" and i was like, "save it, asshole. you have no fucking idea what you're talking about so you better just stop before i bitchslap every single one of those pimples of your fucking face." of course, this isn't exactly what i said, but i was so into the heat of the battle that at the current moment i don't know what i said.

 if i were to copy courtney i'd write:

dear assholes on the bus, [please note this gets a little explicit...]

   you're all fucking little bitches who are so busy sucking on yo momma's tits (indicating that they're still breastfeeding) that you've clearly forgotten to come up for air. and if you'd stop sucking for a wee little moment, you could come to the conclusion that maybe you should stop repeating whatever the fuck your parents have been ranting amongst themselves (indicating that all of their racial jargin is a clear sign that their superbly influenced by their parents).
  you all are so full of shit even your momma wouldn't fuck you. i can't even begin to wrap my head around all the bullshit you've been spewing because guess what---you're not worth it, and in the words of my idol, "you'll never amount to anything."

fuck you and your inbreeding cousins,
meghan

also:::: liz, please note that tessa is now my hero too, and not just because she got rejected at lunch. she is awesome -- while i'm screaming, "YOU ARE ALL ASSHOLES" she jumps in there with the details. the things that count. the smartiness. it's really cool to see her in action (for lack of a better word).
also liz, if you are not on our side of this debate (meaning you still like alex and the scum he surrounds himself with) we're getting a divorce. i will not stand for you meheer-ing all over them. kapeesh? awesome.


phew...now i can sleep tonight knowing that i've made a difference in the world (ha...ha :(  )

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

i believe tessa wanted to see this one...

the title would have been, "for tessa," but i thought that'd send the wrong message...