Wednesday 12.18.02 | 10:49 pm
Happiest

I went to Disneyland today. If you know me, then you know how heavenly it is for me to go there. And you understand the love I have for Robert for taking me(and making it possible for me to go all year.) Loooooove.



(A really great day.) I'm wearing my Bunny Girl shirt. Bunny Girl is perhaps the best character ever conceived by Paul Frank... or by anyone, really. I love her. I am her! I'm tired.

Wednesday 12.18.02 | 9:47 pm
The Unmentionable

The problem with dating someone that lives in your hometown and went to your high school is...

YOU RUN IN THE SAME FUCKING CIRCLES.

I guess it's bearable. It's not like I live here anymore. It's not that I see him every week or something.

But please. When I go out with my hometown friends and we end up drinking or smoking (which is, you know, every time we go out it seems)... could you please not show up? It's very awkward to be near him.

He didn't talk to me. Looked at me a few times but that was all. But still... very awkward. Please disappear, that is all I ask.

Wednesday 12.18.02 | 9:17 pm
The Possum

Today was a long day. But last night was pretty long too.

I got a call from Teera at about 8 pm. I already ate dinner but I was supposed to be at a "dinner" with all the old kids from high school. I picked up Robert and made it down to Bob's.

It was a couple of big tables in the back. A lot of people eager to hug us, people that I wanted to see and then there's people that I don't really care much for but... you got to be hospitable, you know? So I was.

[Would be inserting some great, large group pictures right now if I hadn't deleted them by accident this morning. Still angry.]

I went, with many of the people that were eating dinner, to Mike's house. Old friends = old times = intoxication. But someone had to kill the fucking possum.

I couldn't sleep because of the possum.

All I could see was its furry, fat body crawling around in its own blood, hearing it wheeze.

And you think I'm making this up?

No. The blood was on the wall. The golf club was clearly bent after beating a possum to death with over 30 lashes.

It starts like this. We were sitting in the garage minding our own business, Robert telling Russ to play the Ethic song he always asks him to play ("Mitosis".) Heard some rattling in the corner. "It's the fucking possum. I'm going to kill that motherfucker."

So the possum had some history. Spent a few minutes watching them poke at the possum trying to get it to go outside, then the possum running back in through the hole in the corner, then repeat.

Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.

Went outside. Blood on the wall. Dead possum. It's over.

Back inside. Went outside and it was still moving, still moving around its bloody head and wheezing. He beat it to death. It took a few minutes. But it was dead the second time.

I don't know why I watched. I couldn't move. It's not that I wanted to see it, I wanted to turn away, and I did for some of it. But it was still there. I could still hear it. It's just hard to watch. Harder to do. So I'll try to forget it, just like a number of other things.

Tuesday 12.17.02 | 12:02 pm
Not Wednesday

I thought today was Wednesday. Really. I scrolled down to the little corner and the Wednesday popped up. I thought... could it be? I thought I was supposed to be at Disneyland today enjoying my Christmas present and living it up. But it's Tuesday, honeys.

The Two Towers is tomorrow. Not today, silly.

Disneyland and my true love is tomorrow. Got it?

8 shopping days left. But you wouldn't step near a shopping area unless you had to. At least I don't. I don't like crowds.

TIP: Try to avoid any place of retail.



But hey. Look-see at what I found in my digital camera. No, I didn't know it was in there. Kermit loves me, I know this. But I don't appreciate all the sleeping pictures of me and Kermit. Not one bit. It's on when we get back to school. Yes.

Monday 12.17.02 | 1:48 pm
Paul Frank <3

You see, I have a special connection with this guy named Paul Frank. You'll see.

I rearranged my room last night. Pictures to come when it starts looking really cute! I'm very excited about my new Paul Frank mobile that I snagged for $3 at the sale!

So. I am back home once again. Moving out of college for fall closing was so tiring. It made me sore! If I didn't have Demetra there to help me, I surely would have died. Died!

I went to the Paul Frank sale this Saturday. I went last year and now I am practically a veteran. I was in line at 7 am for a sale that started at 9 am. But what? Wha? They started letting people in at 7 am to assuage the gathering crowd. That's right. I got in early.

I didn't wait for my sisters. I should have though. When you're in line, the PFI employees gives gifts away to keep you happy. They gave away a Paul Frank snowboard when they were in line! And all you had to do was name all the characters on the snowboard. And if you know me, I know all the characters like they're my family. Psha.

No snowboard for Tiffany.

But look what Tiffany has!



No snowboard but Tiffany is still very happy!




Notice my new MOBILE! And my snazzy, red shoes! And a cute necklace that Teejay gave me for Christmas. And, and, look at all the cute, new additions to my Paul Frank-ness collection. I am very, very pleased.

Saturday 12.13.02 | 2:46 pm
Last Day at School

The dorms are clearing out and everyone's going home to be with their families. And it's nice to hear a number of people say "I'm going to miss this place. I don't know how I'm going to be away for three weeks."

I'm going home tomorrow, after I clean house at the Paul Frank warehouse sale. At the moment, I'm waiting for Demetra to come. She's spending the night. I miss her and it will be a 10th birthday slumber party all over again tonight.

Speaking of cleaning house. I am motherfuckin' Suzy Homemaker today. I don't blame Scarlett for going home early but, uh, I have to clean out our nasty ass fridge today. We have lasagna and egg rolls and old cheese and all sorts of things in there! I just vacuumed, then I'm going to do some laundry, then I'm going to make my bed and fucking lounge in my cleanliness.

Somewhere in there I'll pack for home. It's been a very nice fall quarter. I don't know but I just feel like I've left high school drama and grown up a lot, learned a lot of new things, met a lot of great, new people in a short amount of time.

And I'm thankful for all of it. I'm a very lucky girl. I'm still pretty young, I got a lot to learn still. But I think I'm on my way to doing what I was meant to do, being someone I'd like to be.

And I miss home. I miss old times. I miss high school afternoons and nights with my friends, doing anything, doing nothing, realizing that a friend can mend you just by noticing you. So when I drive by my high school I get a little sad, seeing that everything I remember about it, structurally speaking, lays in ruins and is replaced by a brand new building. But I got it all up here. And that's all I need.

I love it when a stranger smiles at me. It's the little things that make my day.

And just because I like stealing Hiro's links: Holla, Hiro!

Saturday 12.13.02 | 2:29 pm
Party up in Herrre

Sorry it's been a while since I wrote. I meant to do it earlier.

Wednesday night was Ladie's Night up in Suite 301. I drank all the girls under the table. Of course, I woke up feeling groggy, disoriented, achey, smelling like smoke, feeling generally gross. I never get like that. What happened to my tolerance building? Pictures?



First we exchanged presents. (That's me upon seeing my Lilo and Stitch dvd. I love my Beck Beck.) Inflatable Spongebob. Becky's dead fish cocktail. (middle row: Screwdrivers to start.) Teejay being silly, eventually teaching us how to smoke like a dragon. Scarlett. Teejay + Tiffany. This last one is definitely my favorite.



Mix and match: Guinness. Corona. Bacardi 151. Coke. Smirnoff vodka. Cranberry juice. Orange juice. Club soda. Peach schnapps. Peppermint schnapps.

Tuesday 12.10.02 | 6:48 pm
What I Really Really Want?

Ginger Spice was my favorite, by the way. I've had "Two Become One" in my head all day.

I went shopping today and I spent a lot of money. I'm almost done with the presents though. I get very excited about giving presents. I always wrap it right after I buy it and then I want to give it to them right then. I'm very bad with surprises.

I haven't checked the mail in about... a few weeks. I've just accepeted that Scarlett will do it since she gets all the mail, even the bills, even the junk. I went to check it today since I was with Becky and she was bent on checking it anyway... what the hell. Turned the key, opened it up... and yet another card for my roomie. So.

Miss Tiffany
4043 Mesa Rd. 301C
Irvine, Ca 92612

I think I've received one card since I've been here- from Teerie.

Scarlett: multiple. Tiffany: one.

If you're reading this and you have a heart... show me some love, please.

Tuesday 12.10.02 | 1:18 am
Hair Die!

Anna was dying her hair. I told her that I wanted to see.



I saw. Then she put some in my hair. I doubt it will show up. But I think it's time to reinvent myself. I'm in a Madonna mood.

Someone get me a drink. I'm done with finals. Fuck you, school.

Tuesday 12.10.02 | 12:52 am
Sleeping with the Gingerbread Man

It doesn't feel like it's Tuesday... more of a Friday than anything. I just saw a slew of nakey people and let me say.... NAKEY!

Today was random and rather sleepy. I did get some Christmas shopping done and let me say that I love Christmas. This is the first year that I'm not really trying to be uber crafty with everything, I just want to get it done so I've been buying most everything.

I spent a lot of time in bed today. So much that my dormies felt the need to take pictures of me, making a statement that I spend too much time in bed. Uh huh. Like the rest of them don't take daily naps.



Haha. First it was fun. Let's take fun pictures, right? Then there was the "Tiffany is sleeping with what?" series.



Yeah. This next part's not so funny though. They decided that it would be funny to wait until I really fell dead asleep to have Kermit spread eagle behind my head. Muaha- I think not.



I woke up to the sound of laughter.

Monday 12.10.02 | 12:07 am
S-a-t-u-r-d-a-y night

Sometimes we're silly over here in Suite 301. These are from late on Saturday night, when I was supposed to be studying and writing a paper. Instead we made a dance routine to Justin Timberlake's Senorita and hung up Christmas lights.





It was a fun night, girls.

Monday 12.09.02 | 12:25 pm
Final

It isn't just me. The weekend the just passed? It did not exist. I studied all weekend. Me. Tired. I stayed up 'til 6 am on Saturday night and 5 am last night. I'm fucking tuckered out.

On a lighter note, view the subtitled version of Kikkoman.

Art History went okay this morning. I left some blanks on the 5% portion. I walked up to my TA (sweet as pie) and she asked me how it went. I gave her the pouty face. She told me, "You have nothing to worry about. You'll get an 'A'." That fixed my doubt but not my exhaustion.

Psychology final at 4 which I haven't really studied for. Fuck psychology. Then I'm done with school this quarter. I can go home but I won't.

Saturday 12.07.02 | 3:27 pm
I just want to love you, baby.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I should be studying. I've been putting it off for a week. Now it's absolutely necessary that I study, seeing how I have finals on Monday. That, or Art History 40A is going to kick my ass.

Watched a good movie last night. Surprisingly, I hadn't seen American History X before. I think I love Edward Norton... such a good actor, does good films, and is capable of revinventing his look- like crazy Madonna style.



After I clean my room, organize the closet and drawers, clean out Cleo's bowl, and read The Two Towers cover to cover... I'll start studying, really.

Friday 12.06.02 | 8:10 pm
Friday: I'm in love (with Becky.)

Becky bribed me with a Pringle. Prrringle!

First and foremost, I am in love with Mr. Tony Pierce. Just had to get that out of way. Right back at ya, Tone. (wink)/(high-5)



Today was a good day. I didn't go to any classes (I know, shame on me.) It felt great, though.

I was browsing at the vendor fair. A random, friendly vendor spoke to me. I like random, friendly people. It makes me feel like all is right in the world when some stranger just wants a friendly chit chat, just wants to tell me that they dig my style and to take care.

Oh yeah. I think that the BEAT TEEJAY AT POOL tally is up to... let's say 8. Two times today in Zot Zone, once in our living room. Someone bought me a flower today. Someone named Teejay! Someone also took me to Angotei. I like someone very much. They're very sweet. They made my Friday.



Don't mind me. I'm just being silly. Happy weekend.

Oh my God, Becky.

Thursday 12.05.02 | 10:49 pm
No Sensation

So the close of another week is fast approaching and I feel nothing.

I should be excited to go home but I'm not really.

I should be studying to do well on my finals. I'm not.

I should care. I just don't. (Fuck you, I'm punk rock.)

There's no one to confide in these days. I don't know if anyone knows me anymore. And if they do, they are hiding far, far away and not calling me.

One of the newbies that I actually care about is mad at me and giving me attitude. That's ruining me tonight. Time to stop wearing my heart on my sleeve.

Thursday 12.05.02 | 7:54 pm
And there goes another week.

Want to see pictures? Yeah, you do. I've been having my share of technical difficulty and general apathy towards posting pictures and the design of my blog but... here it goes, honeys.

Our room will probably never be this clean... again? Or at least not for a very, very long time.



Here's my art project that I turned in today. It was very last minute and rushed but I'm happy with it.



Yeah. And then I was bored about 5 minutes ago.

Wednesday 12.04.02 | 7:10 pm
NO MORE STRINGS

"That's cute."
"You're cute."

I just wanted it to be known that I hate seeing a girl's g-string hanging out of her low rider jeans. I am a fan of low rider jeans. My long and lean, dirty, booty pants from the GAP are my favorite... but I make doubly sure that my chonies aren't hanging out.

Had to tell everyone.

Because why? Because more than a few times, I've been eating at Commons at I've caught my eye on some sequins-covered, stripper-esque strings on... on not even a remotely attractive young lady. Veto!

Veto right now, bitches.

Stop it, seriously.

THERE GOES MY APPETITE. PLEASE PUT AWAY THE STRING.

You know, I haven't done much work this week. Seeing as how I have finals on Monday and that is the end of my first quarter here at college, I might want to get cracking on my fucking elementary schoolwork. Yeah.

Tuesday 12.03.02 | 7:31 pm
Mariah: on fire

I don't know what I'm doing with my life! Help. The future is very foggy.

I'm oh-so-confused. And it looks like I've fucked up my schedule for next quarter. Bah!

You know, I signed up to give blood and I was so ready to give up my precious blood yesterday. I walked to the Rec Center and the mutha effin' Red Cross turned me away. I was so ready to save three lives.

I don't like Mariah. She was on Oprah today while I was in the living room. She was totally messing up my pool game skills and I just wanted to kick her in the head. Bah, Mariah! And I'm not a fan of Oprah either. Not anymore!

I went to Target and I bought me a new Spinbrush 'cause I'm a dork and I left my toothbrush at home.

Holla if you like Mr. J. Timberlake's new cd. It is total love making, ass shaking music. It's not really my usual forté and my roomie makes fun of me for it but I'm not ashamed.

Monday 12.02.02 | 12:13 pm
Hide Your Love Away

I don't know what made me think of this. It just came back to me and it's been bothering me for a few hours. My head's been hurting. My head hardly ever hurts. Something must be wrong. I got a headache last night and one last week.

I was 13 years old. I was sitting in my 5th period class in the 7th grade- Social Science. I had a teacher people used to like to call "Mrs. Rubber Dick." Yeah, it was that bad. She was so painfully neat, marking down every participation point, taking your watch away if it beeped on the hour and returning it only after a note from your parents.

I got a call slip. I walked to the counseling office. I didn't know what it was about. I didn't have any conflicts, really, just the normal teenage angst.

"I hear that people have been worried about you."

I knew this counselor from my elementary years. She'd grown up with my class and transferred to middle school when we did. And now she was counseling me about my "problems?" About my "suicidal feelings?"

It came as a shock. I didn't know that anyone paid that much attention to me and I thought I was pretty good at hiding everything away. I still think that I am. I've always been very shy. Looking at the ground when I walk, speaking only when necessary.

"Why are you so quiet?"
"I just don't feel like I have anything to say."

But I'm working on that. I've got plenty to say. My counselor gave me her home phone number, telling me to call her any time of day or night if I needed help. She made me feel right again. She got me out of homeroom once a week for chit chat.

I never saw a problem with me, someone else did. But I never did find out who was worried about me, so much that they would go behind my back and tell a counselor. I still think about it. All of my life seems like a daydream, I only remember bits and pieces and everything is foggy.

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