I'm having an amazing time.
That equals no time for blogs.
<3
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Fuh-reezing.
I just can't cope.
Can't adapt.
It's a lost case, I gave up a long long time ago.
There are many many things I can handle, yet there's one thing I'll never manage to adapt to.
The coldness.
It's ironic how I live in the Netherlands, where 3/4 of the time it's cold (spring is considered as 'relatively warm', no sir, to me it's fuh-reezing).
The very obvious: I miss summer dearly.
However, I dedicate this blog to the one thing that provides me joy and laughter whenever the weather sucks balls.
It's the fact that I've been in extremely awkward situations the past couple of days because I tend to slip out some histerical giggles. If I was someone else, I'd think I was a total freak.
Must hold it in, hold it in, holdddd it in...
No luck.
Every morning, every afternoon, every night I go out...I wait for the bus. Generally, I'm late, so I pretty much ALWAYS miss the bus and usually run after it. That never helps, I miss it anyway, so I sigh and return to the bus stop and sit down as I wait for the next one to enrich my life and hopefully get me to my destination IN TIME.
I get bored. Need distraction, seeing as the coldness slowly penetrates my skin like sharp knives. I'm easily cold. Matter of fact, I'm always cold! Can't feel my hands, where are my toes? Why are my nipples so hard and my ears are burning. Only option left in order to entertain myself: I observe my surroundings. And I start observing people. How they move, how they interact...It's fascinating (stalker alert, pretty much?)
Seriously, I sometimes laugh internly and try to hold it in because...It's funny.
So funny.
It has been snowing the last couple of days. It's quite beautiful. And I can't help but notice... The face expressions. People falling down. The extreme carefulness. The red noses.
Not sure, nevertheless I assume I'm not the only one noticing how everyone's face expressions change drastically with the change of the weather.
So picture this:
I'm waiting five minutes for the bus. And in that five minute process I saw two people fall right infront of me.
Some dude on a bike almost slipped on the road. He caught my attention because he reminded me of Kenny (Southpark). He had his hood up (gangstaaa) and was wearing a orange, exaggerated thick coat. Wrapped up in wool. So, there he goes on his bike...Macho man made a very awkward movement, sort of like a hop, to save himself from the embarrassment of falling sideways and ending up on the street with his bike above him. I bet he'd look like a turtle if he fell down: the difficulty of getting up due to loss of balance, I don't think anyone could walk normally, wearing such a huge coat. He could barely move. Then his face of total panic. I'm giggling right now just by picturing the whole scene again.
Then some lady walking extremely careful on the snow, taking microscopic steps, looking overly concentrated as she took them, holding her arms up awkwardly for balance.
Bang, bitch fell down.
Look around you: everyone, EVERYONE tries their very best not to fall. Their eyes reflect full concentration on every movement. Their faces either amused by the situation, or simply annoyed.
And especially when it's windy. People hold their coats by their collar with one hand as they lean forward a little, an attempt to move on, to walk past the wind...trying not to get blown away. Their faces show everything but pleasure.
Dude, what about the umbrellas? That's the best of the best, man. Individuals fighting an endless battle against their umbrellas in the middle of the streets, trying to stop them from flying away and being broken by the strength of the wind. The umbrella flies from right to left, up and down, as you hold it, as you try to get a grip of it. And what do you generally do? You laugh. So hard. Because it's so fucking annoying, it gets fucking funny. At least I think so.
Just for the records: I'm not an evil bitch that sits there and laughs at people instead of helping them. Ok...So maybe I am.
It's just that I'm...easily amused. I'm all up for laughing at stupid shit.
Trust this: I can be quite clumsy. And I've fallen down many many times because of the snow before. Not even because of the snow, just because I trip on my own feet. What I mean to say, is that I've been through it too, so I have the right to laugh as much as people have laughed about me. I didn't care. It's all part of the process...
I feel so much respect for Mary Poppins right now.
Erika.
Can't adapt.
It's a lost case, I gave up a long long time ago.
There are many many things I can handle, yet there's one thing I'll never manage to adapt to.
The coldness.
It's ironic how I live in the Netherlands, where 3/4 of the time it's cold (spring is considered as 'relatively warm', no sir, to me it's fuh-reezing).
The very obvious: I miss summer dearly.
However, I dedicate this blog to the one thing that provides me joy and laughter whenever the weather sucks balls.
It's the fact that I've been in extremely awkward situations the past couple of days because I tend to slip out some histerical giggles. If I was someone else, I'd think I was a total freak.
Must hold it in, hold it in, holdddd it in...
No luck.
Every morning, every afternoon, every night I go out...I wait for the bus. Generally, I'm late, so I pretty much ALWAYS miss the bus and usually run after it. That never helps, I miss it anyway, so I sigh and return to the bus stop and sit down as I wait for the next one to enrich my life and hopefully get me to my destination IN TIME.
I get bored. Need distraction, seeing as the coldness slowly penetrates my skin like sharp knives. I'm easily cold. Matter of fact, I'm always cold! Can't feel my hands, where are my toes? Why are my nipples so hard and my ears are burning. Only option left in order to entertain myself: I observe my surroundings. And I start observing people. How they move, how they interact...It's fascinating (stalker alert, pretty much?)
Seriously, I sometimes laugh internly and try to hold it in because...It's funny.
So funny.
It has been snowing the last couple of days. It's quite beautiful. And I can't help but notice... The face expressions. People falling down. The extreme carefulness. The red noses.
Not sure, nevertheless I assume I'm not the only one noticing how everyone's face expressions change drastically with the change of the weather.
So picture this:
I'm waiting five minutes for the bus. And in that five minute process I saw two people fall right infront of me.
Some dude on a bike almost slipped on the road. He caught my attention because he reminded me of Kenny (Southpark). He had his hood up (gangstaaa) and was wearing a orange, exaggerated thick coat. Wrapped up in wool. So, there he goes on his bike...Macho man made a very awkward movement, sort of like a hop, to save himself from the embarrassment of falling sideways and ending up on the street with his bike above him. I bet he'd look like a turtle if he fell down: the difficulty of getting up due to loss of balance, I don't think anyone could walk normally, wearing such a huge coat. He could barely move. Then his face of total panic. I'm giggling right now just by picturing the whole scene again.
Then some lady walking extremely careful on the snow, taking microscopic steps, looking overly concentrated as she took them, holding her arms up awkwardly for balance.
Bang, bitch fell down.
Look around you: everyone, EVERYONE tries their very best not to fall. Their eyes reflect full concentration on every movement. Their faces either amused by the situation, or simply annoyed.
And especially when it's windy. People hold their coats by their collar with one hand as they lean forward a little, an attempt to move on, to walk past the wind...trying not to get blown away. Their faces show everything but pleasure.
Dude, what about the umbrellas? That's the best of the best, man. Individuals fighting an endless battle against their umbrellas in the middle of the streets, trying to stop them from flying away and being broken by the strength of the wind. The umbrella flies from right to left, up and down, as you hold it, as you try to get a grip of it. And what do you generally do? You laugh. So hard. Because it's so fucking annoying, it gets fucking funny. At least I think so.
Just for the records: I'm not an evil bitch that sits there and laughs at people instead of helping them. Ok...So maybe I am.
It's just that I'm...easily amused. I'm all up for laughing at stupid shit.
Trust this: I can be quite clumsy. And I've fallen down many many times because of the snow before. Not even because of the snow, just because I trip on my own feet. What I mean to say, is that I've been through it too, so I have the right to laugh as much as people have laughed about me. I didn't care. It's all part of the process...
I feel so much respect for Mary Poppins right now.
Erika.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
27. Christmas holidays (:
(:
18dec: HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOMMY! + melkweg(blessthefall)with noraaaa.
19dec: chill & work on that stupid essay (what's wrong with these people?! i'm FREE)
20dec: chill & work on that stupid essay
21dec: downtown with the girls alllll day, food @ sarah's place
22dec: working &
23dec: working & happy birthday rabia!
24dec: working fo' the do' & christmas!
25dec: christmas presents whatwhat. hopefully i'll get the drums i asked for, omg.
26dec: out for dinner with la familie, afterwards 'buurtsuper' @ watt!
27dec:
28dec:
29dec: nora's byebyeparty :( *sniff*
30dec:
31dec - 01jan: NEW YEAR! with my family, obviously. afterwards watt! with my dear friends.<3
02jan: PARIS?!
03jan: PARIS?!
Fill in the gaps<3
Man, two weeks isn't enough.
18dec: HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOMMY! + melkweg(blessthefall)with noraaaa.
19dec: chill & work on that stupid essay (what's wrong with these people?! i'm FREE)
20dec: chill & work on that stupid essay
21dec: downtown with the girls alllll day, food @ sarah's place
22dec: working &
23dec: working & happy birthday rabia!
24dec: working fo' the do' & christmas!
25dec: christmas presents whatwhat. hopefully i'll get the drums i asked for, omg.
26dec: out for dinner with la familie, afterwards 'buurtsuper' @ watt!
27dec:
28dec:
29dec: nora's byebyeparty :( *sniff*
30dec:
31dec - 01jan: NEW YEAR! with my family, obviously. afterwards watt! with my dear friends.<3
02jan: PARIS?!
03jan: PARIS?!
Fill in the gaps<3
Man, two weeks isn't enough.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
26. Take a chillpill.
So usually I wish someome would put a foot up my ass whenever I start stressing out because of bullshit. Yet generally I don't stress. I don't.
There's ONE thing I can't help but stress about. Call me a stupid nerd.
I stress about school. Constantly. IT SUCKS!
I'm the worst person at managing stress, and you know what, I admit it.
Trying to work on it, really.
For example: now instead of hitting my head against all four walls, cry as if I'm in pain and try to kill myself...I just go
'What's the worst that can happen?... I don't pass. And...I'll have to look for something else...And...maybe end up working at McDonald's for the rest of my life...Big deal.'
Two minutes later I'm curled up in a fetal position, rocking myself back and forth with panic in my eyes.
Which makes me want to bang my head against all four walls again. I don't wanna end up in McDonald's.
Ok, so maybe I'm slightly exaggerating...
I go: 'ok, so besides that fact: I'm not gonna die, I'm not gonna starve, no one's gonna shoot me, I don't have a deadly disease, I don't live in Africa, I'm not ugly.'
It's working...for now.
Next week will be one hell of a week, though: three exams.
And to make it fucking worse, my dear tutors and teachers/professors/whatever go: 'you can't fail your VGT. if you do, ...'
Replace the ... for a reason that insinuates: you're going to burn in hell for eternity.
...Yeah. That's how I picture their warnings.
So that's why I fucking wish I could sleep two weeks long and wake up on dec 20th: free time.
FREE TIME. 2 weeks of free time. Hallelujah, seriously. I'm excited. Maybe too excited.
It's becoming creepy.
There's ONE thing I can't help but stress about. Call me a stupid nerd.
I stress about school. Constantly. IT SUCKS!
I'm the worst person at managing stress, and you know what, I admit it.
Trying to work on it, really.
For example: now instead of hitting my head against all four walls, cry as if I'm in pain and try to kill myself...I just go
'What's the worst that can happen?... I don't pass. And...I'll have to look for something else...And...maybe end up working at McDonald's for the rest of my life...Big deal.'
Two minutes later I'm curled up in a fetal position, rocking myself back and forth with panic in my eyes.
Which makes me want to bang my head against all four walls again. I don't wanna end up in McDonald's.
Ok, so maybe I'm slightly exaggerating...
I go: 'ok, so besides that fact: I'm not gonna die, I'm not gonna starve, no one's gonna shoot me, I don't have a deadly disease, I don't live in Africa, I'm not ugly.'
It's working...for now.
Next week will be one hell of a week, though: three exams.
And to make it fucking worse, my dear tutors and teachers/professors/whatever go: 'you can't fail your VGT. if you do, ...'
Replace the ... for a reason that insinuates: you're going to burn in hell for eternity.
...Yeah. That's how I picture their warnings.
So that's why I fucking wish I could sleep two weeks long and wake up on dec 20th: free time.
FREE TIME. 2 weeks of free time. Hallelujah, seriously. I'm excited. Maybe too excited.
It's becoming creepy.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Stranger.
'Man, Erika has a life now?!'
...Answer to that: no.
I'm still the nerd I've always been.
So a summary what has been going on:
Concerts, London, working, studying, sleeping, eating, shopping, movies, reading.
I started today reading ECLIPSE! www.bol.com ROCKS! Yeahyeah.
So life's pretty much fucking awesome.
I want to move to London. Period.
Hot guys, alternative people, awesome stores, awesome town. Posters of musicals and concerts everywhere. = heaven for Erika Garcia.
And it was EMOTIONAL when I saw the VANS store. I wish we had one here in the Netherlands...
Perhaps I'll study there...someday. 2nd year? 3rd year? We'll see.
So, in the future...
1. Blog about London.
2. Eastpak Antidote Tour (best night ever)
I'm just too lazy right now.
Well I have loads of schoolwork to do. Man, I hate statistics.
Erika
...Answer to that: no.
I'm still the nerd I've always been.
So a summary what has been going on:
Concerts, London, working, studying, sleeping, eating, shopping, movies, reading.
I started today reading ECLIPSE! www.bol.com ROCKS! Yeahyeah.
So life's pretty much fucking awesome.
I want to move to London. Period.
Hot guys, alternative people, awesome stores, awesome town. Posters of musicals and concerts everywhere. = heaven for Erika Garcia.
And it was EMOTIONAL when I saw the VANS store. I wish we had one here in the Netherlands...
Perhaps I'll study there...someday. 2nd year? 3rd year? We'll see.
So, in the future...
1. Blog about London.
2. Eastpak Antidote Tour (best night ever)
I'm just too lazy right now.
Well I have loads of schoolwork to do. Man, I hate statistics.
Erika
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Erika talking about Taylor Lautner.
Yes, I chat with Dani while she's sitting right infront of me.
Technology, fools.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
New Moon
I'm so fucking frustrated by this book.
Even if I do love Edward...
Jacob's awesome.
Poor thing.
Bella's a bitch towards Jacob.
MAKE UP YOUR MIND, DAMNIT!
I can't believe I'm so obsessed I actually am writing a blog about it.
For your information, I'm not in love with Taylor Lautner. He did make an awesomeeee Jacob Black (loved the movie, went twice). He does have a sexy body...
Thing is...I think I'm in love with Jacob Black. He's too nice.
ARGH! Fictional characters suck. They're too perfect.
I wish my boyfriend would turn into a werewolf. That'd make things exciting.
I WANT TO CRY.
Erika.
Even if I do love Edward...
Jacob's awesome.
Poor thing.
Bella's a bitch towards Jacob.
MAKE UP YOUR MIND, DAMNIT!
I can't believe I'm so obsessed I actually am writing a blog about it.
For your information, I'm not in love with Taylor Lautner. He did make an awesomeeee Jacob Black (loved the movie, went twice). He does have a sexy body...
Thing is...I think I'm in love with Jacob Black. He's too nice.
ARGH! Fictional characters suck. They're too perfect.
I wish my boyfriend would turn into a werewolf. That'd make things exciting.
I WANT TO CRY.
Erika.
Monday, November 16, 2009
25. Erika Garcia, you are random.
So, guess what I want for Christmas?
You'll never guess.
And I know, I know. Sometimes I start doing things, trying to accomplish a goal... and I never continue doing it. I just quit. Or forget.
Yet now I've found something I'm dying to learn.
Sometimes I think I'm an impulsive mo'fuckah, 'cause I have no idea where I get these ideas from.
Like, when I wanted to learn to skateboard. Which I never continued doing, 'cause the weather got cold...Yeah. And I was getting pretty good, if I can say so myself.
And when I wanted to learn how to saw. I'd picture myself making all these awesome dresses and clothes and...Could see myself on a runway, walking with my models at the end of the show, arm in arm with Naomi Campbell and Adriana Lima, waving. Getting standing ovations. Yeah.
How about when I wanted to learn how to play guitar, fuck, I'd think I could become friggin' Slash. [For the culture ignorants: Guns 'n Roses' guitarist.]
Ok, YOU GET IT.
But dude, I've been thinking about this for a long time and now it's the perfect time to get/do it..
It's awesome. And it's because when I'm at concerts, I just stand with my mouth open observing the certain person that can bring rhythm and a beat to a whole song.
Because, dude, what's a song without that ingredient?
And because usually you don't see chicks doing this....
This, my dear readers, is my goal for the year 2010:
...
Ok, perhaps that's a little too much, but I really want to learn to drum!
And seriously, if I don't do it now, I'll just keep growing older and older and nooooo.
I should totally be on MTV Made. Furrizzle.
So, yeah.
<3
You'll never guess.
And I know, I know. Sometimes I start doing things, trying to accomplish a goal... and I never continue doing it. I just quit. Or forget.
Yet now I've found something I'm dying to learn.
Sometimes I think I'm an impulsive mo'fuckah, 'cause I have no idea where I get these ideas from.
Like, when I wanted to learn to skateboard. Which I never continued doing, 'cause the weather got cold...Yeah. And I was getting pretty good, if I can say so myself.
And when I wanted to learn how to saw. I'd picture myself making all these awesome dresses and clothes and...Could see myself on a runway, walking with my models at the end of the show, arm in arm with Naomi Campbell and Adriana Lima, waving. Getting standing ovations. Yeah.
How about when I wanted to learn how to play guitar, fuck, I'd think I could become friggin' Slash. [For the culture ignorants: Guns 'n Roses' guitarist.]
Ok, YOU GET IT.
But dude, I've been thinking about this for a long time and now it's the perfect time to get/do it..
It's awesome. And it's because when I'm at concerts, I just stand with my mouth open observing the certain person that can bring rhythm and a beat to a whole song.
Because, dude, what's a song without that ingredient?
And because usually you don't see chicks doing this....
This, my dear readers, is my goal for the year 2010:
...
Ok, perhaps that's a little too much, but I really want to learn to drum!
And seriously, if I don't do it now, I'll just keep growing older and older and nooooo.
I should totally be on MTV Made. Furrizzle.
So, yeah.
<3
Friday, November 13, 2009
24. ARCTIC MONKEYS!
Dear readers,
The circumstances weren't favourable earlier than tonight...to post a resume on tuesday's event: THE ARCTIC MONKEYS. I've been laying on my bed with my laptop on my lap (note: every fucking day from 8.30 am till 11.00 pm) for the past week, reading criminology books and analyzing psychological articles. Fuck, man.
So YAY! Here it goes:
Train trips are always fun. You end up talking - and doing - bullshit, to entertain yourself for the next 2 hours. I must add this valuable information: we almost got the wrong train. We went in it, yet managed to run out before it started moving.
Of course, we can't forget about Dani's uber artistic picture.
To our dissapointment...
Then the support act came. 'The Eagles of Death Metal'...the name along made us think: hmmm, I don't know about this. They were true rockstars...somewhere in the late 70's. I'm just kidding. The singer was hella funny and their songs were very catchy. One of the songs, I'm convinced he kept singing 'cherry cola, cherry cola, CHERRY COLA!' repeatedly. Did he, really?
Moustache.
Anyway, so meanwhile we took some pictures and drank some beer. I didn't, it makes me want to pee and we had a good spot. Wouldn't want to ruin that.
OBVIOUSLY we couldn't help ourselves: we bought Artic Monkeys shirt. Dani and I discussed infront of our very patient salesman - for half an hour - untwil we decided which was going to be the perfect shirt. FYI: we tried on like four different shirts, different SIZES aswell. I LOVE THAT GUY!
Proof of bad behavior.
Proof of dedication.
Enough chatting, now the action. At this point I lost Dani, Fleur and Sarah. I managed to get allll the way to the front. Dani took (most of) the pictures though. Thank you for that.
The APES (:
Sex boooombs.
Dreamy Jamie Cook.
Alex Turner. His hair was all over his face most of the time. It was adorable. I wonder if it bothered him...I'd get itchy.
Songs they played:
- I bet you that look good on the dancefloor
- When the sun goes down
- Brianstorm
- Crying Lighning
- A view from the afternoon
- My Propeller
- Pretty visitors
- Cornerstone
- Dangerous Animals
And a lot lot more I can't totally remember.
I'm always surprised when bands actually play better live than what they sound on CD.
It's genius.
(:
Your past times, Consisted of the strange, And twisted and deranged And I love that little game you had called, Crying Lightning And how you like to aggravate the ice cream man on rainy afternoons!
Hippie moment! (Cornerstone)
Observe the precious face expressions of the fans and how their hands are reaching something...unknown. Or perhaps just the confetti as souvenir...
People searching for their lost shoe. Three people, I'm telling you!
It's a fucking mistery to me; how do you manage to lose a shoe? I lost my earring, but...a shoe? Seriously.
It kind of looks like my bedroom this way...I wonder who cleans this mess.
Waiting for jackets can take a while. (:
Note: Yes, I've heard it many times. The Arctic Monkeys are very relaxed and they don't make a whole show on stage. Stop whining about that, it's their thing! They just want to play music, not give an expectacular show with fireworks and fire and tigers...elephants...whatever.
I'm hungry.
The circumstances weren't favourable earlier than tonight...to post a resume on tuesday's event: THE ARCTIC MONKEYS. I've been laying on my bed with my laptop on my lap (note: every fucking day from 8.30 am till 11.00 pm) for the past week, reading criminology books and analyzing psychological articles. Fuck, man.
So YAY! Here it goes:
Train trips are always fun. You end up talking - and doing - bullshit, to entertain yourself for the next 2 hours. I must add this valuable information: we almost got the wrong train. We went in it, yet managed to run out before it started moving.
Of course, we can't forget about Dani's uber artistic picture.
To our dissapointment...
Then the support act came. 'The Eagles of Death Metal'...the name along made us think: hmmm, I don't know about this. They were true rockstars...somewhere in the late 70's. I'm just kidding. The singer was hella funny and their songs were very catchy. One of the songs, I'm convinced he kept singing 'cherry cola, cherry cola, CHERRY COLA!' repeatedly. Did he, really?
Moustache.
Anyway, so meanwhile we took some pictures and drank some beer. I didn't, it makes me want to pee and we had a good spot. Wouldn't want to ruin that.
OBVIOUSLY we couldn't help ourselves: we bought Artic Monkeys shirt. Dani and I discussed infront of our very patient salesman - for half an hour - untwil we decided which was going to be the perfect shirt. FYI: we tried on like four different shirts, different SIZES aswell. I LOVE THAT GUY!
Proof of bad behavior.
Proof of dedication.
Enough chatting, now the action. At this point I lost Dani, Fleur and Sarah. I managed to get allll the way to the front. Dani took (most of) the pictures though. Thank you for that.
The APES (:
Sex boooombs.
Dreamy Jamie Cook.
Alex Turner. His hair was all over his face most of the time. It was adorable. I wonder if it bothered him...I'd get itchy.
Songs they played:
- I bet you that look good on the dancefloor
- When the sun goes down
- Brianstorm
- Crying Lighning
- A view from the afternoon
- My Propeller
- Pretty visitors
- Cornerstone
- Dangerous Animals
And a lot lot more I can't totally remember.
I'm always surprised when bands actually play better live than what they sound on CD.
It's genius.
(:
Your past times, Consisted of the strange, And twisted and deranged And I love that little game you had called, Crying Lightning And how you like to aggravate the ice cream man on rainy afternoons!
Hippie moment! (Cornerstone)
Observe the precious face expressions of the fans and how their hands are reaching something...unknown. Or perhaps just the confetti as souvenir...
People searching for their lost shoe. Three people, I'm telling you!
It's a fucking mistery to me; how do you manage to lose a shoe? I lost my earring, but...a shoe? Seriously.
It kind of looks like my bedroom this way...I wonder who cleans this mess.
Waiting for jackets can take a while. (:
Note: Yes, I've heard it many times. The Arctic Monkeys are very relaxed and they don't make a whole show on stage. Stop whining about that, it's their thing! They just want to play music, not give an expectacular show with fireworks and fire and tigers...elephants...whatever.
I'm hungry.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Arctic Monkeys.
Tonight! Yeahyeahyeah.
Stay tuned for pictures (:
My mom forbid me to stagedive today, hahaha.
She's cute.
First, some college.
<3
Stay tuned for pictures (:
My mom forbid me to stagedive today, hahaha.
She's cute.
First, some college.
<3
Sunday, November 8, 2009
23. Adept, DANCE GAVIN DANCE, A SKYLIT DRIVE
Here are some pictures, because I'm too tired to type the whole story.
I think the pictures speak for themselves.
It was seriously amazing.
We bought DANCE GAVIN DANCE shirts and the dude gave me discount, because I rock and he does more.
DeathCoreDani, SarahIsOnFire and Dance Erika Dance. ^^
A Skylit Drive was AMAAAAAAZING, man! Seriously.
I told Kyle I loved him and we talked about Amsterdam and shit like that.
And you know what? He SO loves me back. (:
And the bassist was totally arrogant, by the way, but he was funny and nice aswell, so yeah...And some random, ugly girl got on stage and made out with him during the concert. Yeah. She wasn't even hot.
I did tell him he smelled good, guess what, appearantly I smell good too, who'd guess that?
The drummer with the awesomest name in the world; Cory Laquay
Guitarist, singer...I'm suspicious, are they, related? I mean, two gingers in one band?
Reminder to self: buy a permanent marker and take it everywhere
And here comes the hot and heavy part:
I stagedived! Twice! First time with Dance Gavin Dance and after that with A Skylit Drive! I was rocking out on stage with A Skylit Drive and two random people, it was amazing, then I stagedived and they actually caught me. Hands all over my butt.
Video material, fo shizzle:
Dance Gavin Dance = <3
Bummer: Dance Gavin Dance didn't go outside to meet the fans.
Yet they were fucking unbelievably good. And they played our favorite songs.
Dani's fave: NASA
Sarah's fave: Uneasy hearts weigh the most.
Don't know why I didn't record that one. Sorry, Sarah<3
My favorite: Lemon Meringue Tie
They alsoooo played Don't Tell Dave.
And other songs, I can't remember.
Will Swan = sex.
Well, they all were, but I was standing right infront of him. I wanna bearhug him so bad.
Kurt Travis!
Zac, Tim, Matt
Tremendous eargasms.
<3
PS: Adept was okay too.
I think the pictures speak for themselves.
It was seriously amazing.
We bought DANCE GAVIN DANCE shirts and the dude gave me discount, because I rock and he does more.
DeathCoreDani, SarahIsOnFire and Dance Erika Dance. ^^
A Skylit Drive was AMAAAAAAZING, man! Seriously.
I told Kyle I loved him and we talked about Amsterdam and shit like that.
And you know what? He SO loves me back. (:
And the bassist was totally arrogant, by the way, but he was funny and nice aswell, so yeah...And some random, ugly girl got on stage and made out with him during the concert. Yeah. She wasn't even hot.
I did tell him he smelled good, guess what, appearantly I smell good too, who'd guess that?
The drummer with the awesomest name in the world; Cory Laquay
Guitarist, singer...I'm suspicious, are they, related? I mean, two gingers in one band?
Reminder to self: buy a permanent marker and take it everywhere
And here comes the hot and heavy part:
I stagedived! Twice! First time with Dance Gavin Dance and after that with A Skylit Drive! I was rocking out on stage with A Skylit Drive and two random people, it was amazing, then I stagedived and they actually caught me. Hands all over my butt.
Video material, fo shizzle:
Dance Gavin Dance = <3
Bummer: Dance Gavin Dance didn't go outside to meet the fans.
Yet they were fucking unbelievably good. And they played our favorite songs.
Dani's fave: NASA
Sarah's fave: Uneasy hearts weigh the most.
Don't know why I didn't record that one. Sorry, Sarah<3
My favorite: Lemon Meringue Tie
They alsoooo played Don't Tell Dave.
And other songs, I can't remember.
Will Swan = sex.
Well, they all were, but I was standing right infront of him. I wanna bearhug him so bad.
Kurt Travis!
Zac, Tim, Matt
Tremendous eargasms.
<3
PS: Adept was okay too.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
22. Ugh, women.
This blog is dedicated to the fact that I don't seem to understand my own specie.
I have all the symptomes: a vagina, boobies, long hair, a girly voice, make up on, emotional instability, giggly, flirty expressions when around guy I like, shopping impulses, shoe addicted, girly moments, pyjama parties...
But dude, seriously, sometimes I feel like I'm in one body, yet belong in another one.
And I nod along at times when I hear the following expression:
Ugh, women.
Just to be clear about this, no, I'm not confused. No, I don't want to change my sex.
I'm a girl and I love being one, etcetera, etcetera.
Yet sometimes I seriously think: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, WOMAN?!
Mostly, it's about guy stories. About ignorant behavior.
And when I find myself thinking/doing these kind of things, I tend to correct myself and say: Erika Garcia, don't be such a girl.
So, seeing as I have a blog, fingers to type with, and a brain to think with, why not tell the world my opinion. No reason needed, it's just because I can.
Surely most women have heard this a million times, but it won't hurt to say it once more.
Girlfriend, I'm doing this because I love ya. So listen carefully. Drop your starbucks coffee, nailpolish, stop talking hours on your blackberry and read;
1) when a guy is married, when a guy has a girlfriend, or when a guy is simply NOT interested in you...
STOP. FUCKING. FOLLOWING. HIM.
2) when a guy is a player, when a guy cheats on you, when a guy doesn't treat you right, when a guy just wants you for 'one thing'...
LET. HIM. FUCKING. GO.
3) when a guy doesn't call you for a day, when a guy has girl-regular-friends, when a guy says one wrong thing...
STOP. FUCKING. THINKING IT OVER AND OVER AND OVER.
Now, I'll continue by giving good reasons why you should do what I say.
1)
I have no idea what goes through a girl's mind when they go behind a - sure very irresistible guy, why would you do so much effort if he wasn't? - TAKEN guy.
He's TAKEN. Taken. Takentakentaken. For God's sake. Do NOT be the one he cheats with. Because no, he's not going to leave his girlfriend just like that for you, trust me, you can't be that special. unless you're in a movie like 'The Notebook' or 'Twilight' or something. He just wants to play around. You can play around with single guys without destroying relationships. Especially if he has a relationship for a long, stable time. Besides, just the fact that he's TAKEN should be enough reason not to get involved.
Not to mention, if he cheats on his girlfriend with you, there is a big chance he will cheat on you with another girl. And guess what? He'll tell that girl exactly the same thing: 'you're so special to me, I've never met a girl like you before' and all that crap.
If he really wants you, he'll break up with his girlfriend before he even thinks of hooking up with you. Besides, how would you fucking feel if your boyfriend cheated on you? What if you were in her shoes? Poor girl. So, DO NOT INTERFER!
And - OH MY GOD, before I forget -...Don't even dare to date your best friend's ex-boyfriend, or be the one he cheated with. That is...dude, just wrong, as hot as he is.
BRO'S OVER HO'S.
The other way around? If a boy cheats on you with another girl, you could give him another chance. I do believe in second chances. I just don't believe in myself being the guilty bitch on the picture. It's just unhealthy and immoral.
2)
As I said, there's nothing wrong with giving a second chance...or a third chance...
Yet, really, open your eyes, you must realize at the fourth or fifth chance that he's not CHANGING his ways at all. He's probably very convinced he'll get a 50th chance if necessary.
He's just a horny little man. Is that even worth it? ...Let me answer that for you, it's simple: no. If he wants to go around doing 'the nasty' with other girls, he can, as a single man. If it bothers you, LET HIM GO! And stop thinking it over.
Stop talking it over with your friends everyday. Because:
1. it gets annoying...
And..
2. 'don't dump him, he's hot' or 'but remember he gave you roses for valentine's day? Oh em gee, that was SO thoughtful, he MUST love you' after him slapping your face, isn't a very helpful way to decide what's the right thing to do.
Follow your intuition. It's always right.
Actions speak louder than words. 'How can you let us go after three years? I love you' are words coming from his -perhaps very gorgeous- lips. The fucking around are the actions. Now, balance both and you'll get a very clear vision of what you're supposed to do.
3)
This is very typical girl conversation. And I admit, sometimes I find myself doing this. Fortunately, I have down-to-earth people in my surroundings who slap me awake everytime I do.
Random Girl 1: 'So, how's it going with Peter?'
Random Girl 2: 'Well...we've been talking on MySpace a lot'
Random Girl 1: 'Seriously? About what?'
Random Girl 2: 'About a bunch of things...'
Random Girl 2: 'And he commented my profile picture!'
Random Girl 1: 'Dude! That's such a good sign. What did he comment?'
Random Girl 2: 'pretty. <3'
Random Girl 1: 'He <3'ed you?!'
Random Girl 2: 'Yes! I think he likes me, I mean, why would he say I'm pretty if he didn't?'
(Some) girls draw conclusions out of nowhere.
They go like:
Jack hung out with me -- last week he also said I looked really pretty -- didn't his eyes went wide when he said that?! I think they did... -- he smiles at me everytime he sees me -- he talks to me a lot on MSN -- I told my bff about it and she totally agreed with me -- JACK HAS A THING FOR ME!
Well, this is a very logical explanation aswell:
Jack hung out with you, because he thinks you're funny -- Jack saw you with your new hair do, and he really liked it -- Jack smiles at you, because he's friendly with everyone -- your friend is a dumbass -- Jack doesn't have a crush on you, he might like you, aswell as he might just think you're cool.
A guy can think you're pretty, but that doesn't mean he totally loves you. Jack said it himself: he just thinks you're pretty. Don't girls do the same? At least I do. I do not have a crush on every hot guy I've seen or love every cute boy I know.
Then we have another - TYPICAL - issue. The girl-regular-friends.
Why the jealousy? He can have girl-friends aswell as boy-friends.
I must admit, I do get jealous aswell, that's normal. But don't let jealousy get the best of you. It just brings up the bad in you and hides the awesome things he originally liked about you. You do NOT want to be the jealous, annoying, I-check-your-phone-messages, girlfriend. YOU DO NOT! You want to be the fun girlfriend he can bring along, the one that gets along with his friends, the one that won't want to leave the party because she's tired and the one that smiles and laughs a lot.
To finish up: if a guy doesn't call you right away, it's not because he doesn't like you, or because you said the wrong thing, or because he wants to break up. He HAS A LIFE TOO! Maybe his dog died. Perhaps he was too tired of work. Or he got caught up in traffic. Or...he just doesn't feel like calling back that day. He's not cheating on you. So get over it. He'll call eventually. And okay, if he doesn't, let it go.
It's time for me to type this on my phone, write this down in my agenda and follow my own instructions when I'm about to lose myself.
And as I look to all these girl issues, I hate to admit, but: now I remember why I'm enjoying being single.
Erika.
I have all the symptomes: a vagina, boobies, long hair, a girly voice, make up on, emotional instability, giggly, flirty expressions when around guy I like, shopping impulses, shoe addicted, girly moments, pyjama parties...
But dude, seriously, sometimes I feel like I'm in one body, yet belong in another one.
And I nod along at times when I hear the following expression:
Ugh, women.
Just to be clear about this, no, I'm not confused. No, I don't want to change my sex.
I'm a girl and I love being one, etcetera, etcetera.
Yet sometimes I seriously think: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, WOMAN?!
Mostly, it's about guy stories. About ignorant behavior.
And when I find myself thinking/doing these kind of things, I tend to correct myself and say: Erika Garcia, don't be such a girl.
So, seeing as I have a blog, fingers to type with, and a brain to think with, why not tell the world my opinion. No reason needed, it's just because I can.
Surely most women have heard this a million times, but it won't hurt to say it once more.
Girlfriend, I'm doing this because I love ya. So listen carefully. Drop your starbucks coffee, nailpolish, stop talking hours on your blackberry and read;
1) when a guy is married, when a guy has a girlfriend, or when a guy is simply NOT interested in you...
STOP. FUCKING. FOLLOWING. HIM.
2) when a guy is a player, when a guy cheats on you, when a guy doesn't treat you right, when a guy just wants you for 'one thing'...
LET. HIM. FUCKING. GO.
3) when a guy doesn't call you for a day, when a guy has girl-regular-friends, when a guy says one wrong thing...
STOP. FUCKING. THINKING IT OVER AND OVER AND OVER.
Now, I'll continue by giving good reasons why you should do what I say.
1)
I have no idea what goes through a girl's mind when they go behind a - sure very irresistible guy, why would you do so much effort if he wasn't? - TAKEN guy.
He's TAKEN. Taken. Takentakentaken. For God's sake. Do NOT be the one he cheats with. Because no, he's not going to leave his girlfriend just like that for you, trust me, you can't be that special. unless you're in a movie like 'The Notebook' or 'Twilight' or something. He just wants to play around. You can play around with single guys without destroying relationships. Especially if he has a relationship for a long, stable time. Besides, just the fact that he's TAKEN should be enough reason not to get involved.
Not to mention, if he cheats on his girlfriend with you, there is a big chance he will cheat on you with another girl. And guess what? He'll tell that girl exactly the same thing: 'you're so special to me, I've never met a girl like you before' and all that crap.
If he really wants you, he'll break up with his girlfriend before he even thinks of hooking up with you. Besides, how would you fucking feel if your boyfriend cheated on you? What if you were in her shoes? Poor girl. So, DO NOT INTERFER!
And - OH MY GOD, before I forget -...Don't even dare to date your best friend's ex-boyfriend, or be the one he cheated with. That is...dude, just wrong, as hot as he is.
BRO'S OVER HO'S.
The other way around? If a boy cheats on you with another girl, you could give him another chance. I do believe in second chances. I just don't believe in myself being the guilty bitch on the picture. It's just unhealthy and immoral.
2)
As I said, there's nothing wrong with giving a second chance...or a third chance...
Yet, really, open your eyes, you must realize at the fourth or fifth chance that he's not CHANGING his ways at all. He's probably very convinced he'll get a 50th chance if necessary.
He's just a horny little man. Is that even worth it? ...Let me answer that for you, it's simple: no. If he wants to go around doing 'the nasty' with other girls, he can, as a single man. If it bothers you, LET HIM GO! And stop thinking it over.
Stop talking it over with your friends everyday. Because:
1. it gets annoying...
And..
2. 'don't dump him, he's hot' or 'but remember he gave you roses for valentine's day? Oh em gee, that was SO thoughtful, he MUST love you' after him slapping your face, isn't a very helpful way to decide what's the right thing to do.
Follow your intuition. It's always right.
Actions speak louder than words. 'How can you let us go after three years? I love you' are words coming from his -perhaps very gorgeous- lips. The fucking around are the actions. Now, balance both and you'll get a very clear vision of what you're supposed to do.
3)
This is very typical girl conversation. And I admit, sometimes I find myself doing this. Fortunately, I have down-to-earth people in my surroundings who slap me awake everytime I do.
Random Girl 1: 'So, how's it going with Peter?'
Random Girl 2: 'Well...we've been talking on MySpace a lot'
Random Girl 1: 'Seriously? About what?'
Random Girl 2: 'About a bunch of things...'
Random Girl 2: 'And he commented my profile picture!'
Random Girl 1: 'Dude! That's such a good sign. What did he comment?'
Random Girl 2: 'pretty. <3'
Random Girl 1: 'He <3'ed you?!'
Random Girl 2: 'Yes! I think he likes me, I mean, why would he say I'm pretty if he didn't?'
(Some) girls draw conclusions out of nowhere.
They go like:
Jack hung out with me -- last week he also said I looked really pretty -- didn't his eyes went wide when he said that?! I think they did... -- he smiles at me everytime he sees me -- he talks to me a lot on MSN -- I told my bff about it and she totally agreed with me -- JACK HAS A THING FOR ME!
Well, this is a very logical explanation aswell:
Jack hung out with you, because he thinks you're funny -- Jack saw you with your new hair do, and he really liked it -- Jack smiles at you, because he's friendly with everyone -- your friend is a dumbass -- Jack doesn't have a crush on you, he might like you, aswell as he might just think you're cool.
A guy can think you're pretty, but that doesn't mean he totally loves you. Jack said it himself: he just thinks you're pretty. Don't girls do the same? At least I do. I do not have a crush on every hot guy I've seen or love every cute boy I know.
Then we have another - TYPICAL - issue. The girl-regular-friends.
Why the jealousy? He can have girl-friends aswell as boy-friends.
I must admit, I do get jealous aswell, that's normal. But don't let jealousy get the best of you. It just brings up the bad in you and hides the awesome things he originally liked about you. You do NOT want to be the jealous, annoying, I-check-your-phone-messages, girlfriend. YOU DO NOT! You want to be the fun girlfriend he can bring along, the one that gets along with his friends, the one that won't want to leave the party because she's tired and the one that smiles and laughs a lot.
To finish up: if a guy doesn't call you right away, it's not because he doesn't like you, or because you said the wrong thing, or because he wants to break up. He HAS A LIFE TOO! Maybe his dog died. Perhaps he was too tired of work. Or he got caught up in traffic. Or...he just doesn't feel like calling back that day. He's not cheating on you. So get over it. He'll call eventually. And okay, if he doesn't, let it go.
It's time for me to type this on my phone, write this down in my agenda and follow my own instructions when I'm about to lose myself.
And as I look to all these girl issues, I hate to admit, but: now I remember why I'm enjoying being single.
Erika.
Monday, November 2, 2009
awesome.
0611: shopping
0711: dance gavin dance, a skylit drive, somebandidon'tknowthename with dani and sarah!
1011: arctic freaking MONKEYS with dani, fleur, nora and sarah!
1311: jonas brotherssss with naomi & leuam!
1411: eastpak antidote tour yayayay!
1911: hiphoplyrical @ dancewarehouse moves! ^^
2011: premiere new moon with selin <3!
2611: party @ utrecht, sarah!<3
2711: sleep all day, then at night LONDON with nora and sarah!
2811: london!
2911: london!
(:
0711: dance gavin dance, a skylit drive, somebandidon'tknowthename with dani and sarah!
1011: arctic freaking MONKEYS with dani, fleur, nora and sarah!
1311: jonas brotherssss with naomi & leuam!
1411: eastpak antidote tour yayayay!
1911: hiphoplyrical @ dancewarehouse moves! ^^
2011: premiere new moon with selin <3!
2611: party @ utrecht, sarah!<3
2711: sleep all day, then at night LONDON with nora and sarah!
2811: london!
2911: london!
(:
Friday, October 30, 2009
21. Get your fact straights.
My blogname is not only there, because it just 'sounds good'.
I'm trying to make a point here, people!
People will talk. Always.
Sometimes we tend to think to ourselves: 'well...there isn't really something reallyreally bad people could say about me'...
GUESS WHAT! There is. Because trashtalkers will always find something to say about you. Either 'did you see her ugly shoes?' or 'she slept with my cousin's best friend's brother's friend of a friend'.
Yet it's in one's hands to choose whether to believe them and jump into conclusions, or just figure out our OWN facts, for ourselves, using our own brain and not our neighbour's.
Being an asskisser, for the sake of fitting in, is overrated.
Originality is rewarded; followers are ridiculous. That's how people REALLY think.
Then again, I don't really care...
If I did
1) I would've asked your opinion in the first place and
2) I wouldn't have done things I've already done, because I'd be too afraid to stand outside the circle, or whatever you want to call it.
This is what you do: you do the hairflip, then smile and walk away.
Erika.
I'm trying to make a point here, people!
People will talk. Always.
Sometimes we tend to think to ourselves: 'well...there isn't really something reallyreally bad people could say about me'...
GUESS WHAT! There is. Because trashtalkers will always find something to say about you. Either 'did you see her ugly shoes?' or 'she slept with my cousin's best friend's brother's friend of a friend'.
Yet it's in one's hands to choose whether to believe them and jump into conclusions, or just figure out our OWN facts, for ourselves, using our own brain and not our neighbour's.
Being an asskisser, for the sake of fitting in, is overrated.
Originality is rewarded; followers are ridiculous. That's how people REALLY think.
Then again, I don't really care...
If I did
1) I would've asked your opinion in the first place and
2) I wouldn't have done things I've already done, because I'd be too afraid to stand outside the circle, or whatever you want to call it.
This is what you do: you do the hairflip, then smile and walk away.
Erika.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
20. Duffy.
Rocks! Didn't realise that till today.
And, she's classy.
Bleh, I have to work tomorrow.
But, then downtown, I need an outfit for DANCE GAVIN DANCE. >.<
Love,
Erika.
And, she's classy.
Bleh, I have to work tomorrow.
But, then downtown, I need an outfit for DANCE GAVIN DANCE. >.<
Love,
Erika.
Monday, October 26, 2009
19. Erika's masterplan to deal with problems.
Hey kids, it's auntie Erika.
Just wanted to share with you my methods to deal with problems.
Different alternatives, for different types of people.
NOTE: This aren't ways to solve them, just ways so you can forget about them for a minute, seeing as sometimes there's nothing you can do about it, but wait.
1. The Paris Hilton Method: Put the problem aside and go do something fucking superficial. So superficial, it makes you want to slap yourself.
But, now, ladies, really though...Don't we feel awesome with a pair of new shoes?
As superficial as it sounds, every girl loves to shop, even if it's for clothes, or pencils, or ...socks.
Example 1: stressed about school? Go shopping.
Example 2: your boyfriend being a bitch? Go to a spa.
Example 3: your best friend is irritating you? Go out with another friend, your sister, mother, whatever, go shopping, buy yourself a latte macchiato and walk down the street like you don't give a beep about anything or anyone.
In other words: spend money.
2. The Ben&Jerry Method: Eat chocolate. Lots and lots of chocolate. I go for Ben & Jerry's, but that's just me. Just sounded like a cool name. Put on your sweatpants and give yourself a lazy day. Hire movies with sexy guys in them, like Lords of Dogtown or The Notebook. Whatever floats your little boat. Sit on the couch...and most important, DON'T MOVE FROM IT.
It's all part of the therapy, baby. Next day you'll feel brand new. At least I do.
Or sleep. Read a book. Stay in bed. All day.
Yes, my methods are based on lazyness. It works for me.
More active methods:
4. The-Go-Party-And-Drink-All-Night-Method: drink...lots and lots of vodka. Perhaps you'll even have the guts to spill out everything you're building up inside. Because, after all, you're too drunk to think straight, so you won't be bothered. Stay up until 9 in the morning. Next day you'll be too hungover to even remember why you were so upset.
Plus: you might even meet hot guys.
5. The Roadtrip Method: get in your car...and drive. Get away of your problem. Just drive...
For those poor students without cars: bike. Walk. Metro. Train. Whatever.
Get as far away as you can from what's bothering you.
6. The I Don't Give A Fuck Method: do something unbelievably random people will think you have a mental illness. For those uncreative people, some examples.
* Get something new, like dye your hair, get a tattoo, piercing.
PS: permission of parents required for minors.
* Learn how to play the ukelele. Or the didgeridoo.
* Ride a scooter in the mall, very fast. Or ride off a hill with a skateboard - not knowing how to skate.
I'M NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR INJURIES, FINES OR LOSS OF DIGNITY.
* Ask a cop if you can drive in their car with handcuffs on and the sirene on. Look upset.
* Commit a crime and drive in a their car with handcuffs on and the sirene on. Look upset.
* Get your friends to hire you a midget stripper.
* Go to a crowded place, invent whatever talent comes to mind and perform. As sucky as you were; ask for money. Bring friends to give you a standing ovation afterwards. Huge ego boost, I tell you.
* Get into a moshpit. Stagedive. Crowd surf. Moon someone.
7. The God-Are-You-There?-Method: pray. It always works to tell someone your issues, especially the all time creator. And if there's a God out there (I'm sure there is), He will probably help you out.
Trust me, if THIS can't get your mind off your issues, then you seriously have a problem.
Erika.
Just wanted to share with you my methods to deal with problems.
Different alternatives, for different types of people.
NOTE: This aren't ways to solve them, just ways so you can forget about them for a minute, seeing as sometimes there's nothing you can do about it, but wait.
1. The Paris Hilton Method: Put the problem aside and go do something fucking superficial. So superficial, it makes you want to slap yourself.
But, now, ladies, really though...Don't we feel awesome with a pair of new shoes?
As superficial as it sounds, every girl loves to shop, even if it's for clothes, or pencils, or ...socks.
Example 1: stressed about school? Go shopping.
Example 2: your boyfriend being a bitch? Go to a spa.
Example 3: your best friend is irritating you? Go out with another friend, your sister, mother, whatever, go shopping, buy yourself a latte macchiato and walk down the street like you don't give a beep about anything or anyone.
In other words: spend money.
2. The Ben&Jerry Method: Eat chocolate. Lots and lots of chocolate. I go for Ben & Jerry's, but that's just me. Just sounded like a cool name. Put on your sweatpants and give yourself a lazy day. Hire movies with sexy guys in them, like Lords of Dogtown or The Notebook. Whatever floats your little boat. Sit on the couch...and most important, DON'T MOVE FROM IT.
It's all part of the therapy, baby. Next day you'll feel brand new. At least I do.
Or sleep. Read a book. Stay in bed. All day.
Yes, my methods are based on lazyness. It works for me.
More active methods:
4. The-Go-Party-And-Drink-All-Night-Method: drink...lots and lots of vodka. Perhaps you'll even have the guts to spill out everything you're building up inside. Because, after all, you're too drunk to think straight, so you won't be bothered. Stay up until 9 in the morning. Next day you'll be too hungover to even remember why you were so upset.
Plus: you might even meet hot guys.
5. The Roadtrip Method: get in your car...and drive. Get away of your problem. Just drive...
For those poor students without cars: bike. Walk. Metro. Train. Whatever.
Get as far away as you can from what's bothering you.
6. The I Don't Give A Fuck Method: do something unbelievably random people will think you have a mental illness. For those uncreative people, some examples.
* Get something new, like dye your hair, get a tattoo, piercing.
PS: permission of parents required for minors.
* Learn how to play the ukelele. Or the didgeridoo.
* Ride a scooter in the mall, very fast. Or ride off a hill with a skateboard - not knowing how to skate.
I'M NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR INJURIES, FINES OR LOSS OF DIGNITY.
* Ask a cop if you can drive in their car with handcuffs on and the sirene on. Look upset.
* Commit a crime and drive in a their car with handcuffs on and the sirene on. Look upset.
* Get your friends to hire you a midget stripper.
* Go to a crowded place, invent whatever talent comes to mind and perform. As sucky as you were; ask for money. Bring friends to give you a standing ovation afterwards. Huge ego boost, I tell you.
* Get into a moshpit. Stagedive. Crowd surf. Moon someone.
7. The God-Are-You-There?-Method: pray. It always works to tell someone your issues, especially the all time creator. And if there's a God out there (I'm sure there is), He will probably help you out.
Trust me, if THIS can't get your mind off your issues, then you seriously have a problem.
Erika.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
18. Music Television.
'Let's head to the beach' my dad would say as he grabbed his surfboard and walked out of my grandma's house in Bahia, Ecuador. I would grab my buckets, then grab Dani's hand as she grabbed Gabi's hand and we'd RUN out of the house.
Man, it's incredible how much fun I used to have there. We would go for a few days to my grandma. Playing Powerpuffgirls with Gabi and Dani, playing my uncle was 'a monster', watching Cartoon Network on my grandma's bed and destroy her backyard playing 'the restaurant'.
But an awesome image I have from my 'childhood', is the following:
As we drove to whatever-beach-my-parents-felt-like-going, we'd listen to my dad's (old-school) rock music (read: Metallica, Soundgarden's 'Black Hole Sun', stuff like that).
It's funny how details of life can just have a big impact on you. I would love being sandy, sitting in the car with my feet against the window, looking at my dad rocking out as he used the wheel as drums.
I also remember the old skool MTV, because it would be on all the time. My dad was a die-hard-fan of rock music.
The time when there WAS music on MTV. When Beavis&Butthead was one of the only shows. When Nirvana would come up every 2 seconds. I would think 'that was too cool'.
So this is the thing...
WHERE THE HELL IS THE MUSIC? Seriously. You can't tell me I'm crazy when I say there is no music on the supposedly music channels.
So you have two main 'music television channels' in The Netherlands: TMF (The Music Factory) and MTV (globally known: The Music Television).
The other day I woke up quite early. I had no school, it was a tuesday. I didn't feel like studying, so I decided to turn on the TV and zap a little.
'TOP 11 AT 11' was on MTV. Pretty cool, I thought to myself. A few cool songs came on, like L.E.S A.R.T.I.S.T.E.S (Santogold). Then stupid songs ruined my morning, props to Britney Spears and Taylor Swift (no offence...or maybe, yes...).
And then something horrible happened at around 1 PM: the music had dissapeared.
Only fucking shows. The whole darn day. What's that all about?
The thing that saddens me, is the fact they don't stop. They keep coming. And seeing as they have no more inspiration, they COPY the shows they already have, so you have a bunch of stupid superficial shit on MTV.
Laguna Beach wasn't enough, The Hills was going to be way more interesting. The Hills wasn't good enough, so The City was next.
And nooooo, they HAD to ruin rockstars' reputations, giving them the chance to film their fucking lives and manipulate them so they would seem more interesting than they really are. Perhaps they're having a midlife crisis, hmmm, who knows.
FUCKING HULK HOGAN on 'Hogan Knows Best'. As if that wasn't sad enough, because after all...it's THE legend Hulk Hogan we're talking about here!...his bimbo daughter had to have her own show aswell, known as 'Brooke Knows Best'.
Then we have Run DMC...RUN DMC, MAN!
'Run's House'...Again, what is this thing with spoiled daughters nowadays? 'Daddy's little Girls' was next. They're so fucking obnoxious, that's all they do the whole time. Besides designing sneakers with their daddy's money. With their cool clothes and houses...daddy's money again.
Then...okay, sorry, I just have to bold this: FREAKING OZZY OSBOURNE!...Okay, I must admit, that show was funny while it lasted, yet that was only because they cursed a lot and his kids kept getting in funny trouble. And Ozzy rocks. But yeah, pathetic aswell, THE FUCKING 'PRINCE OF DARKNESS' on a reality show?!
C'mon, people.
So, I could kind of accept the fact you have a reality show if I have to...
But ONLY under these circumstances:
1. you're a legend, yet too old to get on stage
2. you bit off a bat's head when you were young
3. you're one of the founders of real hip hop...
4. you wrestled and broke your hip like five times so your body can't handle being on WWF anymore.
5. you're a famous skater, with a fucking funny bodyguard, you spend your money and your time doing stupid shit ...and you own a mini-horse.
This is the part that really annoys me. These so-called 'icons'. Oh, wait, translation to that: stupid blondes with no talent whatsoever earning millions of dollars. Being famous because they're...famous.
Although I love Lauren Conrad, she's famous because she is a rich kid living in California.
Paris Hilton...how sad is it that the name ALONE proves my point?
Run DMC's obnoxious daughters.
Sweet Sixteen. I hate that show.
...Seriously.
And all these dating shows, they are all the fucking same.
Room Raiders.
Wanna come in?
The EX-effect
Date my mom
One shot at love
Two shots at love (...)
I love New York
Flavour of Love
Rock of Love
That's Amore
And the list goes on.
By now, I've probably named more than ten shows that are filling our heads with bullshit, not to mention they're ALL the same.
The only, ONLY show I really enjoy watching (and I don't watch only because I don't have anything better to do), is Rob & Big. They're truly funny.
TMF is also filled with nonsense shows. The worst thing is they don't even have variation ...they're all with the same VJ; Valerio. S'up with that? And the only music they play, is music like 'RIVAHSIDEEEE, MOTHERFUCKER...tanananana'...Not to mention the very very annoying propaganda of ringtones every 2 minutes: 'HOW GOOD DO YOU MATCH WITH YOUR PARTNER? SMS YOURNAME AND HISNAME TO 1234'
Anyway, I just think there is no more real music on the only channels that are supposed to be about music. Dude, at least change the name. MTV can be 'Spoiled Rich Girls Television' and TMF can be 'The Bad Taste In Music With Valerio Factory'.
Thank God for youtube, last.fm and MTV 2.
Man, it's incredible how much fun I used to have there. We would go for a few days to my grandma. Playing Powerpuffgirls with Gabi and Dani, playing my uncle was 'a monster', watching Cartoon Network on my grandma's bed and destroy her backyard playing 'the restaurant'.
But an awesome image I have from my 'childhood', is the following:
As we drove to whatever-beach-my-parents-felt-like-going, we'd listen to my dad's (old-school) rock music (read: Metallica, Soundgarden's 'Black Hole Sun', stuff like that).
It's funny how details of life can just have a big impact on you. I would love being sandy, sitting in the car with my feet against the window, looking at my dad rocking out as he used the wheel as drums.
I also remember the old skool MTV, because it would be on all the time. My dad was a die-hard-fan of rock music.
The time when there WAS music on MTV. When Beavis&Butthead was one of the only shows. When Nirvana would come up every 2 seconds. I would think 'that was too cool'.
So this is the thing...
WHERE THE HELL IS THE MUSIC? Seriously. You can't tell me I'm crazy when I say there is no music on the supposedly music channels.
So you have two main 'music television channels' in The Netherlands: TMF (The Music Factory) and MTV (globally known: The Music Television).
The other day I woke up quite early. I had no school, it was a tuesday. I didn't feel like studying, so I decided to turn on the TV and zap a little.
'TOP 11 AT 11' was on MTV. Pretty cool, I thought to myself. A few cool songs came on, like L.E.S A.R.T.I.S.T.E.S (Santogold). Then stupid songs ruined my morning, props to Britney Spears and Taylor Swift (no offence...or maybe, yes...).
And then something horrible happened at around 1 PM: the music had dissapeared.
Only fucking shows. The whole darn day. What's that all about?
The thing that saddens me, is the fact they don't stop. They keep coming. And seeing as they have no more inspiration, they COPY the shows they already have, so you have a bunch of stupid superficial shit on MTV.
Laguna Beach wasn't enough, The Hills was going to be way more interesting. The Hills wasn't good enough, so The City was next.
And nooooo, they HAD to ruin rockstars' reputations, giving them the chance to film their fucking lives and manipulate them so they would seem more interesting than they really are. Perhaps they're having a midlife crisis, hmmm, who knows.
FUCKING HULK HOGAN on 'Hogan Knows Best'. As if that wasn't sad enough, because after all...it's THE legend Hulk Hogan we're talking about here!...his bimbo daughter had to have her own show aswell, known as 'Brooke Knows Best'.
Then we have Run DMC...RUN DMC, MAN!
'Run's House'...Again, what is this thing with spoiled daughters nowadays? 'Daddy's little Girls' was next. They're so fucking obnoxious, that's all they do the whole time. Besides designing sneakers with their daddy's money. With their cool clothes and houses...daddy's money again.
Then...okay, sorry, I just have to bold this: FREAKING OZZY OSBOURNE!...Okay, I must admit, that show was funny while it lasted, yet that was only because they cursed a lot and his kids kept getting in funny trouble. And Ozzy rocks. But yeah, pathetic aswell, THE FUCKING 'PRINCE OF DARKNESS' on a reality show?!
C'mon, people.
So, I could kind of accept the fact you have a reality show if I have to...
But ONLY under these circumstances:
1. you're a legend, yet too old to get on stage
2. you bit off a bat's head when you were young
3. you're one of the founders of real hip hop...
4. you wrestled and broke your hip like five times so your body can't handle being on WWF anymore.
5. you're a famous skater, with a fucking funny bodyguard, you spend your money and your time doing stupid shit ...and you own a mini-horse.
This is the part that really annoys me. These so-called 'icons'. Oh, wait, translation to that: stupid blondes with no talent whatsoever earning millions of dollars. Being famous because they're...famous.
Although I love Lauren Conrad, she's famous because she is a rich kid living in California.
Paris Hilton...how sad is it that the name ALONE proves my point?
Run DMC's obnoxious daughters.
Sweet Sixteen. I hate that show.
...Seriously.
And all these dating shows, they are all the fucking same.
Room Raiders.
Wanna come in?
The EX-effect
Date my mom
One shot at love
Two shots at love (...)
I love New York
Flavour of Love
Rock of Love
That's Amore
And the list goes on.
By now, I've probably named more than ten shows that are filling our heads with bullshit, not to mention they're ALL the same.
The only, ONLY show I really enjoy watching (and I don't watch only because I don't have anything better to do), is Rob & Big. They're truly funny.
TMF is also filled with nonsense shows. The worst thing is they don't even have variation ...they're all with the same VJ; Valerio. S'up with that? And the only music they play, is music like 'RIVAHSIDEEEE, MOTHERFUCKER...tanananana'...Not to mention the very very annoying propaganda of ringtones every 2 minutes: 'HOW GOOD DO YOU MATCH WITH YOUR PARTNER? SMS YOURNAME AND HISNAME TO 1234'
Anyway, I just think there is no more real music on the only channels that are supposed to be about music. Dude, at least change the name. MTV can be 'Spoiled Rich Girls Television' and TMF can be 'The Bad Taste In Music With Valerio Factory'.
Thank God for youtube, last.fm and MTV 2.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Saturday, October 17, 2009
17. To you.
When you hurt,
I hurt.
And when you're happy,
I'm happy.
When you're achieving,
I'm proud.
Even when you're not,
I still will be.
But when something's not right,
I worry.
And I want you to stop it.
I want you to go back to your old ways.
I hurt.
And when you're happy,
I'm happy.
When you're achieving,
I'm proud.
Even when you're not,
I still will be.
But when something's not right,
I worry.
And I want you to stop it.
I want you to go back to your old ways.
Monday, October 12, 2009
16. Psychology.
So the past weeks/month I've learnt a few interesting things during my psychologycareer, or whatever you wish to call it.
1. Freud was one sexual-frustrated, dirty old man with interesting thoughts I don't think any normal human being could come up with. Because, as interesting and awesome as his thoughts are...Who the fuck thinks that when you're young you're sexually attracted to your mother?...Penis envy, castration anxiety...It's just kind of odd. I'm not saying it might not be true, because as perverted as it is...He does makes some good points. But still. I still think he might have been a dirty old man. xD
2. Humans are so fucking mouldable, they don't help people in need when it's happening infront of them..if nobody else acts. So imagine, you're in a train and someone gets raped (this is true story btw)...The person gets TIED UP and four men go ahead and rape her infront of everybody. Nobody (emphasizing the word NOOOOOBOOOODYYYYYY...)did anything at first, because nobody else did anything. It's called pluralistic ignorance, difussion of responsibility, in psychological terms.
...And I'm like: Dude, what the hell? Some sympathy for the person?! At least call 911, if the train was full of people. The reapist might not see you.
3. I think I've 'fixated' in the anal stage (Freud's theory).
4. Reward me all the time, because I'll behave way way better, I promise. It's a fact called Operant Conditioning. DO NOT EVER PUNISH ME OR GET MAD AT ME! It will not help as good as giving me candy and presents. ;D
5. From now on, I tell people to do huge favours for me expecting they'll say no. When they get fucking mad at me for insisting or thinking 'WHY the hell would I do your schoolwork?', I ask them a smaller favour, like 'Ok fine, if you won't help me...Can you at least lend me five bucks?'
Note: I wanted the five bucks from the beginning.
6. The human mind is so complex. Dude, I already thought I was a complicated, annoying, 'nobody understands me'-kind of eightteen year old girl, now I'm just doubting if I'll ever see myself as a normal human being, seeing as even THEORIES and professional psychologists can't even guarantee anyone that. Yet as long as my life stays awesome as it is and I'm not the only one, I'll be fine.
Erika.
1. Freud was one sexual-frustrated, dirty old man with interesting thoughts I don't think any normal human being could come up with. Because, as interesting and awesome as his thoughts are...Who the fuck thinks that when you're young you're sexually attracted to your mother?...Penis envy, castration anxiety...It's just kind of odd. I'm not saying it might not be true, because as perverted as it is...He does makes some good points. But still. I still think he might have been a dirty old man. xD
2. Humans are so fucking mouldable, they don't help people in need when it's happening infront of them..if nobody else acts. So imagine, you're in a train and someone gets raped (this is true story btw)...The person gets TIED UP and four men go ahead and rape her infront of everybody. Nobody (emphasizing the word NOOOOOBOOOODYYYYYY...)did anything at first, because nobody else did anything. It's called pluralistic ignorance, difussion of responsibility, in psychological terms.
...And I'm like: Dude, what the hell? Some sympathy for the person?! At least call 911, if the train was full of people. The reapist might not see you.
3. I think I've 'fixated' in the anal stage (Freud's theory).
4. Reward me all the time, because I'll behave way way better, I promise. It's a fact called Operant Conditioning. DO NOT EVER PUNISH ME OR GET MAD AT ME! It will not help as good as giving me candy and presents. ;D
5. From now on, I tell people to do huge favours for me expecting they'll say no. When they get fucking mad at me for insisting or thinking 'WHY the hell would I do your schoolwork?', I ask them a smaller favour, like 'Ok fine, if you won't help me...Can you at least lend me five bucks?'
Note: I wanted the five bucks from the beginning.
6. The human mind is so complex. Dude, I already thought I was a complicated, annoying, 'nobody understands me'-kind of eightteen year old girl, now I'm just doubting if I'll ever see myself as a normal human being, seeing as even THEORIES and professional psychologists can't even guarantee anyone that. Yet as long as my life stays awesome as it is and I'm not the only one, I'll be fine.
Erika.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
15. Dedicated to my lover, my baby, my everything...
Frederick Alexander...
My IPOD.
DANCE GAVIN DANCE
Fucking rocks.
And I'm fucking going to see them in...
Exactly 4 WEEKS
FUCK YEAH!
AND FUCK YOU IF YOU DON'T LIKE THEM!
And...fuck, I say fuck too much.
Fucking yeah.
Here, ear-gasm all the way, baby.
ARCTIC MONKEYS
I don't care what anybody says, I liked them before and even if the new album is totally different, they still kick some British butt.
And Alex Turner belongs to my top 11 hottest guys since a few days, 'cause I realised the dude is pretty sexy.
Sorry Dani, I stole your lover.
AND...10 NOVEMBER IN CONCERT! WAHOOOOO.
And this song RAWKS.
INCUBUS
Duh-uh.
ENVY ON THE COAST
Props to Sarah.<3
THE KOOKS
I just love this song.
And 639847634986730 other bands that do deserve a spot here, yet I'm too lazy and I'm getting hungry.
Time for a sandwich.
<3 Erika.
My IPOD.
DANCE GAVIN DANCE
Fucking rocks.
And I'm fucking going to see them in...
Exactly 4 WEEKS
FUCK YEAH!
AND FUCK YOU IF YOU DON'T LIKE THEM!
And...fuck, I say fuck too much.
Fucking yeah.
Here, ear-gasm all the way, baby.
ARCTIC MONKEYS
I don't care what anybody says, I liked them before and even if the new album is totally different, they still kick some British butt.
And Alex Turner belongs to my top 11 hottest guys since a few days, 'cause I realised the dude is pretty sexy.
Sorry Dani, I stole your lover.
AND...10 NOVEMBER IN CONCERT! WAHOOOOO.
And this song RAWKS.
INCUBUS
Duh-uh.
ENVY ON THE COAST
Props to Sarah.<3
THE KOOKS
I just love this song.
And 639847634986730 other bands that do deserve a spot here, yet I'm too lazy and I'm getting hungry.
Time for a sandwich.
<3 Erika.
Monday, October 5, 2009
13. This is what you get when Erika Garcia runs out of inspiration.
UGH.
ARGH!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.
...'Words' of frustration.
I do not know what's wrong with me.
All I know is: I'm annoyed. Annoyed by the fact I haven't had inspiration about anything lately...Trust me, I do think. And I have a lot to say. Yet lately I have nothing to talk about. I haven't been through anything. Life's kind of boring...
Correction to that sentence. Light shone upon me. And I know what's wrong: life's good. So good I don't know what I should tell, because I'm too neutral. I'm not frustrated about anything, so I can't write sarcastic things. I'm not SUPEREXCITED that I have the urge to tell it to the world...I guess.
Is that weird?
I'm bummed by life being stable and...good? Just 'cause I have nothing to tell?
Hmmm. Interesting concept.
I'm SUCH a human.
When I'm mad or sad, I wish life 'would be good for once'. Not that it's not, but at certain points in life your emo-ness/moodyness gets the best of you and you look negatively to every aspect of your life.
Then, when life's good; it's too boring. Nothing ever happens.
I don't even understand how that's possible. This year EVERYTHING is new.
EVERYTHING.
New job, new school, new profession, new people...
NEW NEW!
AND I'M BORED?
I have issues.
I guess I get bored quickly. Seriously, that's my problem. And I'm working on it, because if I go on like this, I will be the most UNSTABLE person of all times.
But I guess that's my personality...
I rather live life as a hippie. I'd like to just travel around with a bunch of friends in a freaking hippie van. I'm not doing it because 1. that's expensive and 2. I'm eightteen years old, I'm aware I don't really know what I want yet.
Yet I can totally picture myself smoking weed, dancing naked and sleeping in a van the rest of my life. Traveling around, seeing places, meeting people...
Being totally random about EVERYTHING I do.
Yet then again, when I'm thirty years old, will I change my view on life? Perhaps then I'll want the best career ever. I'll want to be fancy. I'll have a family of ten children and they all want an Iphone, brand new shoes and a car...
That thought gives me goosebumps sometimes...That I'll end up like EVERYONE else.
In a too-regular-natural-everyday routine. With a 9 to 5 job. Wearing UGGS...
It's a fact I'm not done dreaming and picturing my future in a way that doesn't fit 'society'...
I guess as you need bad days to have good days, you need neutral days to have bad days (which lead to good days) to have good days. Because how could you ever know you've had a GREEEEAAAT day if you can't compare it to anything at all?
For example: the damn MTV's 'Sweet Sixteen!'...Their lives are amazing. Everyday they get to do what the fuck they want. They get a party and they don't get a pink pony...They start crying. When you're a third person watching the damn show (shame on you by the way! Go watch something more productive like Oprah or National Geographic!), you go: oh my Lord, how can they be such bitches to their moms?Why? I have the answer. They're used to the greatness everyday. Nothing bad happens, so they can't compare. They assume life SHOULD be like that. And they SHOULD get the friggin' pink pony because 'they deserve it'.
If you would live in war everyday, one day of silence is the best day of your life.
Congratulations, you've had a great day. Comparisons are needed in this complex little earth of ours.
All this no-inspiration-complaint-crap has given me a lot to think about, or else I had ended my blog 1000 words ago...
Then again, I've always been known as the one thinking outside the box.
ARGH!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.
...'Words' of frustration.
I do not know what's wrong with me.
All I know is: I'm annoyed. Annoyed by the fact I haven't had inspiration about anything lately...Trust me, I do think. And I have a lot to say. Yet lately I have nothing to talk about. I haven't been through anything. Life's kind of boring...
Correction to that sentence. Light shone upon me. And I know what's wrong: life's good. So good I don't know what I should tell, because I'm too neutral. I'm not frustrated about anything, so I can't write sarcastic things. I'm not SUPEREXCITED that I have the urge to tell it to the world...I guess.
Is that weird?
I'm bummed by life being stable and...good? Just 'cause I have nothing to tell?
Hmmm. Interesting concept.
I'm SUCH a human.
When I'm mad or sad, I wish life 'would be good for once'. Not that it's not, but at certain points in life your emo-ness/moodyness gets the best of you and you look negatively to every aspect of your life.
Then, when life's good; it's too boring. Nothing ever happens.
I don't even understand how that's possible. This year EVERYTHING is new.
EVERYTHING.
New job, new school, new profession, new people...
NEW NEW!
AND I'M BORED?
I have issues.
I guess I get bored quickly. Seriously, that's my problem. And I'm working on it, because if I go on like this, I will be the most UNSTABLE person of all times.
But I guess that's my personality...
I rather live life as a hippie. I'd like to just travel around with a bunch of friends in a freaking hippie van. I'm not doing it because 1. that's expensive and 2. I'm eightteen years old, I'm aware I don't really know what I want yet.
Yet I can totally picture myself smoking weed, dancing naked and sleeping in a van the rest of my life. Traveling around, seeing places, meeting people...
Being totally random about EVERYTHING I do.
Yet then again, when I'm thirty years old, will I change my view on life? Perhaps then I'll want the best career ever. I'll want to be fancy. I'll have a family of ten children and they all want an Iphone, brand new shoes and a car...
That thought gives me goosebumps sometimes...That I'll end up like EVERYONE else.
In a too-regular-natural-everyday routine. With a 9 to 5 job. Wearing UGGS...
It's a fact I'm not done dreaming and picturing my future in a way that doesn't fit 'society'...
I guess as you need bad days to have good days, you need neutral days to have bad days (which lead to good days) to have good days. Because how could you ever know you've had a GREEEEAAAT day if you can't compare it to anything at all?
For example: the damn MTV's 'Sweet Sixteen!'...Their lives are amazing. Everyday they get to do what the fuck they want. They get a party and they don't get a pink pony...They start crying. When you're a third person watching the damn show (shame on you by the way! Go watch something more productive like Oprah or National Geographic!), you go: oh my Lord, how can they be such bitches to their moms?Why? I have the answer. They're used to the greatness everyday. Nothing bad happens, so they can't compare. They assume life SHOULD be like that. And they SHOULD get the friggin' pink pony because 'they deserve it'.
If you would live in war everyday, one day of silence is the best day of your life.
Congratulations, you've had a great day. Comparisons are needed in this complex little earth of ours.
All this no-inspiration-complaint-crap has given me a lot to think about, or else I had ended my blog 1000 words ago...
Then again, I've always been known as the one thinking outside the box.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
12. So many plans, so little time...
So.
As the very responsible human being I am (sarcasm), I'm studying for some test on friday. But my mind works in funny ways: I found out it's not even for points or anything at all, just for yourself, to see how good you're capable of using the knowledge you've received the past couple of weeks. The fact I didn't know this, already proves my point: I'm not very dedicated lately.
Result of this valuable information: I'm on blogspot, last.fm, MSN, the phone (talked for like more than an hour with Nora)...everything BUT doing what I'm supposed to be doing.
I don't know, I love Psychology, but I'm just not motivated at all.
I feel I have to do other stuff first (like this).
It has nothing to do with the fact I'm a universitarian now, not at all; I was the same thing in High School. Surprisingly enough I always had good grades, so I guess my personality isn't that bad. I just tend to leave stuff for the end and do 'more important things' first.
So here, a list of the awesome things I will be doing. SO EXCITING. ;D
1. Finally getting my lip pierced. At last.
I'm gonna do something like this (3rd one):
First I'm just going to get one piercing, though.
2. A Skylit Drive + Dance Gavin Dance @ MELKWEG.
3. The Arctic Monkeys @ HMH.
4. Jonas Brothers @ Ahoy.
5. Eastpak Antidote Tour @ MELKWEG.
6. Paramore? :(
7. A weekend to London with Nora (& Sarah & Dani?)
8. LOWLANDS 2010!
9. Grandma & cousin coming to NL from Ecuador! AAAAH :D
10. My ultimate goal: Roadtrip through the USA in a Volkswagen van. And I will do it.
Ok, it's very obvious I'm trying to avoid studying. So I guess I'll get back at that now *sigh*.
Love,
Erika.
As the very responsible human being I am (sarcasm), I'm studying for some test on friday. But my mind works in funny ways: I found out it's not even for points or anything at all, just for yourself, to see how good you're capable of using the knowledge you've received the past couple of weeks. The fact I didn't know this, already proves my point: I'm not very dedicated lately.
Result of this valuable information: I'm on blogspot, last.fm, MSN, the phone (talked for like more than an hour with Nora)...everything BUT doing what I'm supposed to be doing.
I don't know, I love Psychology, but I'm just not motivated at all.
I feel I have to do other stuff first (like this).
It has nothing to do with the fact I'm a universitarian now, not at all; I was the same thing in High School. Surprisingly enough I always had good grades, so I guess my personality isn't that bad. I just tend to leave stuff for the end and do 'more important things' first.
So here, a list of the awesome things I will be doing. SO EXCITING. ;D
1. Finally getting my lip pierced. At last.
I'm gonna do something like this (3rd one):
First I'm just going to get one piercing, though.
2. A Skylit Drive + Dance Gavin Dance @ MELKWEG.
3. The Arctic Monkeys @ HMH.
4. Jonas Brothers @ Ahoy.
5. Eastpak Antidote Tour @ MELKWEG.
6. Paramore? :(
7. A weekend to London with Nora (& Sarah & Dani?)
8. LOWLANDS 2010!
9. Grandma & cousin coming to NL from Ecuador! AAAAH :D
10. My ultimate goal: Roadtrip through the USA in a Volkswagen van. And I will do it.
Ok, it's very obvious I'm trying to avoid studying. So I guess I'll get back at that now *sigh*.
Love,
Erika.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
11. Dear Mason,
I'm dedicating a blog to you.
Because I not long ago realised you're really leaving to Afghanistan.
And somewhere I hate the idea and I would hold you back if I could.
But I know I can't, because it's your life and this was your decision.
I'm just afraid and sad I won't be talking to you in a while...
Because when you leave, you're taking a piece of me with you
Without you, I'm incomplete.
So before you leave, I want you to know how awesome you are.
As any ordinary teenager, I've had 'guy' problems.
Then there's this one guy I could turn to.
He'd tell me the guy had no idea what he did or what he's missing out.
As any ordinary teenager, I've been insecure.
He'd tell me I'm gorgeous and that I shouldn't worry about a thing.
As any ordinary teenager, I've been confused.
He'd tell me his opinion and even tell me how silly I'm being.
As any ordinary teenage, I've fallen in love.
He'd tell me he loves me too.
And as any ordinary teenager, I've had the horrible first-broken heart.
I fell in love with my best friend.
But then months passed and as any ordinary teenager, I got up again.
And there he stood again, telling me how much he cared.
As any ordinary teenager, I've been through fights.
He'd tell me to hold on and be patient.
As any ordinary teenager, I've done stupid shit.
He'd always been team Erika no matter what.
As any ordinary teenager, you lose friends and you gain new ones.
Thing is ... he never left.
Then years passed and we grew up...
And you could say we both went our own ways
Yet he's still there.
He knows so much about me, it's not even funny
As I know about him
Man, he has caused me the craziest laugh attacks
As he has helped me through tears I've shed
The type of boy I wouldn't trade for the world.
Just know I support you 100%
And I love you!
I don't know what I'll do so long without you, dude
Just know I'll pray for you to come home safe.
You're the best guy I've met in my life.
See you soon, because there's so much I still haven't had the chance to say...
Mason Torres, I'm so proud of you, you have no idea.
Because I not long ago realised you're really leaving to Afghanistan.
And somewhere I hate the idea and I would hold you back if I could.
But I know I can't, because it's your life and this was your decision.
I'm just afraid and sad I won't be talking to you in a while...
Because when you leave, you're taking a piece of me with you
Without you, I'm incomplete.
So before you leave, I want you to know how awesome you are.
As any ordinary teenager, I've had 'guy' problems.
Then there's this one guy I could turn to.
He'd tell me the guy had no idea what he did or what he's missing out.
As any ordinary teenager, I've been insecure.
He'd tell me I'm gorgeous and that I shouldn't worry about a thing.
As any ordinary teenager, I've been confused.
He'd tell me his opinion and even tell me how silly I'm being.
As any ordinary teenage, I've fallen in love.
He'd tell me he loves me too.
And as any ordinary teenager, I've had the horrible first-broken heart.
I fell in love with my best friend.
But then months passed and as any ordinary teenager, I got up again.
And there he stood again, telling me how much he cared.
As any ordinary teenager, I've been through fights.
He'd tell me to hold on and be patient.
As any ordinary teenager, I've done stupid shit.
He'd always been team Erika no matter what.
As any ordinary teenager, you lose friends and you gain new ones.
Thing is ... he never left.
Then years passed and we grew up...
And you could say we both went our own ways
Yet he's still there.
He knows so much about me, it's not even funny
As I know about him
Man, he has caused me the craziest laugh attacks
As he has helped me through tears I've shed
The type of boy I wouldn't trade for the world.
Just know I support you 100%
And I love you!
I don't know what I'll do so long without you, dude
Just know I'll pray for you to come home safe.
You're the best guy I've met in my life.
See you soon, because there's so much I still haven't had the chance to say...
Mason Torres, I'm so proud of you, you have no idea.
Friday, September 25, 2009
10. I'm fine. And you're oh-so special.
There are many things I want to tell you
Many things you didn’t know
I know I’m not easy to read;
I wish you would’ve tried a little harder.
You gave up on me,
But I’m starting to think
Maybe you never started trying
I was a challenge
Or some sort of game
You got bored of.
There are many many things I would’ve liked to know
From your favorite color to why you had to be this way
I know I’m not easy to read,
But I swear I would’ve written down every detail of my life
If you would’ve asked me to.
Yet I understand where you’re coming from
And you didn’t want to hurt my feelings, because you cared.
How nice of you to tell everyone that I was your biggest mistake.
And how funny to think I believed what you told me
To think perhaps you’re not ‘as bad as you seemed’
Somewhere in that process I felt way too much for you
Don’t you worry, ‘cause I’m not sad
I’m fucking pissed.
Not even at you, but at myself
I guess I lost track of time and senses
Many things you didn’t know
I know I’m not easy to read;
I wish you would’ve tried a little harder.
You gave up on me,
But I’m starting to think
Maybe you never started trying
I was a challenge
Or some sort of game
You got bored of.
There are many many things I would’ve liked to know
From your favorite color to why you had to be this way
I know I’m not easy to read,
But I swear I would’ve written down every detail of my life
If you would’ve asked me to.
Yet I understand where you’re coming from
And you didn’t want to hurt my feelings, because you cared.
How nice of you to tell everyone that I was your biggest mistake.
And how funny to think I believed what you told me
To think perhaps you’re not ‘as bad as you seemed’
Somewhere in that process I felt way too much for you
Don’t you worry, ‘cause I’m not sad
I’m fucking pissed.
Not even at you, but at myself
I guess I lost track of time and senses
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Monday, September 21, 2009
8. Authorities.
So I learnt one term that caught my eye on college today.
'Norm of obedience to authority'. What the hell is that, Erika?
It means that it's normal, and GENERAL...that authorities should be obeyed.
Who the HECK invented that shit?
I mean, I know there must be some sort of authority. Or else this world would be complete chaos.
But right now I'm just mad at the inventor. Because if it wasn't for that, I could be partying and chilling all I wanted (= no PARENTAL authority). I could be NOT going to fucking school and homework would be avoided (= no SCHOLAR authority).
I could pee (something very very natural to do) in PUBLIC without getting a fine.
I could run around naked without getting a fine of the police. While being naked, is too, something SO natural.
We could be doing so many things, unbelievable...
I wouldn't have to BUY food, I could just pick some random fruit from a random tree.
Without having to worry about shit clogging up my arterie walls and dying of high cholesterol.
Isn't that silly, though, if you think about it? We have to pay for food. While it's growing everywhere for us to eat it, but no, people in Africa are starving because you have to PAY for it. Wth?
In this country, we have to pay to PEE. TO PEE! Something so natural.
Maybe if we didn't have to pay to go to the bathroom, there wouldn't be the Mexican flu, because people could wash their hands without having to PAY.
God, how annoying.
A more productive blog coming very soon, don't worry, I'm just so busy and ANGRY BECAUSE I HAVE SO MUCH TO FUCKING DO. STUPID AUTHORITIES.
FUCK YOU ALL!
I HATE YOU.
Erika.
'Norm of obedience to authority'. What the hell is that, Erika?
It means that it's normal, and GENERAL...that authorities should be obeyed.
Who the HECK invented that shit?
I mean, I know there must be some sort of authority. Or else this world would be complete chaos.
But right now I'm just mad at the inventor. Because if it wasn't for that, I could be partying and chilling all I wanted (= no PARENTAL authority). I could be NOT going to fucking school and homework would be avoided (= no SCHOLAR authority).
I could pee (something very very natural to do) in PUBLIC without getting a fine.
I could run around naked without getting a fine of the police. While being naked, is too, something SO natural.
We could be doing so many things, unbelievable...
I wouldn't have to BUY food, I could just pick some random fruit from a random tree.
Without having to worry about shit clogging up my arterie walls and dying of high cholesterol.
Isn't that silly, though, if you think about it? We have to pay for food. While it's growing everywhere for us to eat it, but no, people in Africa are starving because you have to PAY for it. Wth?
In this country, we have to pay to PEE. TO PEE! Something so natural.
Maybe if we didn't have to pay to go to the bathroom, there wouldn't be the Mexican flu, because people could wash their hands without having to PAY.
God, how annoying.
A more productive blog coming very soon, don't worry, I'm just so busy and ANGRY BECAUSE I HAVE SO MUCH TO FUCKING DO. STUPID AUTHORITIES.
FUCK YOU ALL!
I HATE YOU.
Erika.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
8. Hi, Dani.
I've been trying many ways to start this blog without sounding totally corny and cheesy.
Seriously, I laughed my ass off like twenty times because my blog started something like this...
*Attempt #1*
Love...how do you describe it? Everyone interpretates it differently.
...I cracked up.
*Attempt #2*
Usually, I'm not the type of person to write cheesy blogs and post them. But I guess this person deserves it.
LOL. She would've laughed at ma' faceeee for writing that shit.
*Attempt #3*
There are different types of love. 'I love mommy & daddy'-love, 'OMG, LYKE BFF'S 4EVAAA'-love, 'My dog's, like, my best friend...'-love, Grandma&grandpa love...and so on.
...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH.
The other 7 attemps I won't describe because 1. they're too embarrassing, I'm ashamed right now already! and 2. my blog would be waaaay too long.
I think this is a pretty damn awesome intro, if I can say so myself.
So let me start telling you why and what this blog's about.
So a few days ago I was so tired. So broken. My day had been long; university is a bitch sometimes. I was ready at like 5 PM, but noooo I had to go to the library to copy 49568396483 pages of psychologists explaining 'why we do the things we do'. I love it, but at that moment, I was like 'STFU, Forsyth'. I walked home. I felt like I had walked for miles and miles, because AS USUAL...I missed my bus. I bump into some junkie that lives under the bridge I was walking through. No offence to the junkie, I bet he's reallyreally nice, but when it's 8 PM at night and you're dying to get home, it's not a funny thing to experience. Note: if it was a businessman in a suit looking at me pervertedly, I would've thought exactly the same. I didn't know the dude.
Anyway, so after having to experience a perverted look and a yucky guy licking his upperlip, I walked further. I was so hungry, because I had already spent the last 2 euros I had left on a sandwich earlier that day. My hands were hurting, my head was aching. My mood was unbearable.
And if it wasn't bad enough, it started to fucking rain. Grrrreat.
I finally arrived home.
I opened the front door (with lots of effort; I don't know what's wrong my door, sometimes it just won't open and I have to go in through the backyard or any other existing door...), but as guessed it wouldn't open the first trial. At that point I was mad at the door (Psychologists might explain it as a typical case of EXCITATION TRANSFER MODEL, thank you very much). Obviously the door did not kick my butt or hurted my feelings, but at that moment I just thought it was too... yellow. Stupid annoying yellow door, just shut up! I'M MAD AT YOU!
So ok, I finally managed to open the door and there I was. I accomplished my goal.
Then I heard someone running down the stairs at full speed (324935 km an hour).
I looked at her. Her bangs were covering one eye. Her eyeliner was a little messy, 'cause she tends to scratch her eye, like ALL the time. She was wearing her boyshirt and probably jeans, I don't quite remember. Her sock had a hole. She had the cheesy smile she always put for fun. She posed and said 'what's up, sexy motherfucker'. I laughed.
That day, she had bought me a campina macchiato. And I don't know if I've told this before; I LOVE macchiatos. To death. I smiled at the macchiato waiting for me in the refrigerator, untouched, cold and tasty.
My mood changed in matter of seconds. People can have a big influence on you.
Yet I don't know anyone who can make me switch so fast. Mostly when I'm moody, I rather chop off someone's head (don't get me wrong, I'm NEVER moody, but if I am I'm horrible). I then lock myself in my room and go 'LEAVE ME ALONE -_-!'
Hi Dani, if you haven't noticed, this blog's about you. It's becoming surprisingly long, seeing as I didn't even know where to start at first. But I'm not done, not even half.
She's my sister, to many people my 'twin'. Do I look fifteen to you?
But she's like, gay.
In a good way.
I wouldn't want my sister to be...not-gay and not-stupid and not-dorky.
If Dani was a guy, I'd marry her. ...And if she wasn't my brother, of course.
Why? Because Dani and I are true love (I'm sorry, cheesyness slips through my fingers!).
Dani, I love you. And do you know why?
Because I can call you a bitch, motherfucker, stupid, idiot and a whore and you accept it and laugh.
Because you reply me with a bitchslap that usually hurts.
Because you buy me energy drinks and macchiatos all the friggin' time without having to ask me if I even want one.
Because everytime I try to explain you math, we both end up NOT knowing what we're talking about...And I always tell you to write down 'ask the teacher tomorrow', which you never do, so you come back a few days later with the same darn question.
Because everytime I come home, I shout 'FAKA DAN CHIMI' and you reply me singing obnoxiously.
Because when we go to a concert, you're the only one that wants to talk to weird looking ladies with teeth missing, asking me for money, wanting to use my nailpolish and I give them some grapes instead.
Because you're the only one that wants to run with me outside and try to 'tap' our feet together in the air...while half of the neighbourhood is watching.
Because everytime I come to you complaining about something retarded, you reply 'oh my god, suck it up, it's not a fucking big deal'...you keep me sane.
Because I can watch movies latelate at night. Because you always throw things at me whenever the movie just started and I'm already snoring and deep asleep.
How about...
Fort Myers. Hanging out on the beach at 2 in the morning, getting EATEN by mosquitos, but refusing to go inside because we want to watch ten shooting stars AT LEAST.
Making shamefully stupid videos and pictures with the most ugly faces we've ever seen and laughing our asses off at ourselves doing it. Being totally embarrassed and surprised by our capability to make SUCH fools of ourselves on cam?
That's not even HALF. What have we NOT done together?
We even pooped together when we were like 5 years old.
What about being tiny little kids and showering together, then meassuring the distance between my belly button and yours?
Going to concerts and making a fool of Ne-Yo.
Understanding exactly what we're saying, even if we haven't finished our sentence.
Understanding exactly what we're saying, just by making some weird sound effect (damn, we're good at that).
Playing barbies. Oh my God, the barbies...
You'd hit me when I wouldn't play anymore, so hard, that I got scared so I'd play anyway. Then five minutes later you'll be sick of it and you'd demand me to clean it up (hahaha you were such a pain in the ass).
Oh not to forget...Annoying me every single morning before school. Me being stressed out because we had to be at school in 5 minutes, Dani still in her pyjamas going down the stairs sloooowly, saying 'ñaña, look! I'm a tuuuuuurtle!'
Shopping together, then after half an hour being sick of it and ending up in a McDonald's, Mockamore or KFC. We're such men...
Calling you a filthy emo. Calling me a 'waaaallah'. Then calling me a bitch.
What about me telling you the big thing with butter was ICE CREAM? And you'd just eat it.
Dancing to friggin' Shakira and Spice Girls. Ten years later, dancing on talent shows.
Having too-damn-deep unnecessary conversations. But afterwards, we're like 'DUDE I'm glad I'm not the only one thinking like that'
Laughing about...nooooothing whatsoever.
What about when you were a baby? I'd love to 'take care of you' and I'd put kilo's of baby powder on your tummy and rub it all over. You'd laugh and cough to death, because of all the smoke-ish powder-ish stuff. Or me laughing at you everytime you tasted something horrible, because your nosetrils would go wide open but you'd say 'mmmm tasty' anyway. Or how everytime you'd put on a bathing suit, one buttcheek would pop out, because...Dude, your butt was huge when you were three years old.
Dressing you up and trying to put on similar clothes. I have no idea why I did that.
You following me alllll over the place. Me thinking that was completely normal and something so obvious and natural to do. Because in a way you're part of me.
Without you would be like, missing a leg...Or an arm.
You're the cheese on my pizza, man.
The peanut butter on my PJ-sandwich, man.
The weiner on my hotdog.
The ketchup on my...EVERYTHING, seeing as I eat everything with ketchup.
And not having you would be like...Walking outside with one shoe, feeling totally unsatisfied because you don't have two shoes, no, you have one.
(What is it with me and missing shoes?)
Life without you would be like...Getting Ben&Jerry's for free! Then taking the top off to realize there's only one bite left.
I'd give my kidney for you.
And if you wouldn't need it, I'd just if you asked for it, even if it's just for some weird decoration in your room, if it would truely make you happy.
I was there when you spoke your first words, when you wrote your first letters (ugly as hell), when you walked your first steps (although I can't remember), when you fed the dog my grandmother's glasses and when you hid every single key of the house in your little car. When you drew your first naked people laying on a bed when you were four years old. And I'll always have your back, just like when I drew clothes on your drawings so my mommy wouldn't find out you were perverted. I didn't want you to get in trouble.
Because that's what big sisters do, right? At least I do.
And I'll be there when you get totally drunk on your first party and vomit all over Krek's car (>.>...). I'll hold your hair to your back so you can vomit into the toilet without having to worry about a thing. Dude, I'll clean up the mess afterwards...But obviously, first I'll be the one to tell you 'DON'T DRINK ANY ALCOHOL'. And I'll be there when you have your first kiss, first boyfriend...First heartbreak and your first 'I hate him so much! How could he?!'...I'll be there when you want to take revenge and hit the motherfucker. Dude, I'll even HOLD his arms for you so you can beat the crap out of him. I'll be there when you graduate, get married, have kids. I'll babysit them for you.
Honestly, you've always been there for me too. So many things you've done without even KNOWING it.
And so, so much more, dude.
I love you, ñañita.
<33333
Seriously, I laughed my ass off like twenty times because my blog started something like this...
*Attempt #1*
Love...how do you describe it? Everyone interpretates it differently.
...I cracked up.
*Attempt #2*
Usually, I'm not the type of person to write cheesy blogs and post them. But I guess this person deserves it.
LOL. She would've laughed at ma' faceeee for writing that shit.
*Attempt #3*
There are different types of love. 'I love mommy & daddy'-love, 'OMG, LYKE BFF'S 4EVAAA'-love, 'My dog's, like, my best friend...'-love, Grandma&grandpa love...and so on.
...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH.
The other 7 attemps I won't describe because 1. they're too embarrassing, I'm ashamed right now already! and 2. my blog would be waaaay too long.
I think this is a pretty damn awesome intro, if I can say so myself.
So let me start telling you why and what this blog's about.
So a few days ago I was so tired. So broken. My day had been long; university is a bitch sometimes. I was ready at like 5 PM, but noooo I had to go to the library to copy 49568396483 pages of psychologists explaining 'why we do the things we do'. I love it, but at that moment, I was like 'STFU, Forsyth'. I walked home. I felt like I had walked for miles and miles, because AS USUAL...I missed my bus. I bump into some junkie that lives under the bridge I was walking through. No offence to the junkie, I bet he's reallyreally nice, but when it's 8 PM at night and you're dying to get home, it's not a funny thing to experience. Note: if it was a businessman in a suit looking at me pervertedly, I would've thought exactly the same. I didn't know the dude.
Anyway, so after having to experience a perverted look and a yucky guy licking his upperlip, I walked further. I was so hungry, because I had already spent the last 2 euros I had left on a sandwich earlier that day. My hands were hurting, my head was aching. My mood was unbearable.
And if it wasn't bad enough, it started to fucking rain. Grrrreat.
I finally arrived home.
I opened the front door (with lots of effort; I don't know what's wrong my door, sometimes it just won't open and I have to go in through the backyard or any other existing door...), but as guessed it wouldn't open the first trial. At that point I was mad at the door (Psychologists might explain it as a typical case of EXCITATION TRANSFER MODEL, thank you very much). Obviously the door did not kick my butt or hurted my feelings, but at that moment I just thought it was too... yellow. Stupid annoying yellow door, just shut up! I'M MAD AT YOU!
So ok, I finally managed to open the door and there I was. I accomplished my goal.
Then I heard someone running down the stairs at full speed (324935 km an hour).
I looked at her. Her bangs were covering one eye. Her eyeliner was a little messy, 'cause she tends to scratch her eye, like ALL the time. She was wearing her boyshirt and probably jeans, I don't quite remember. Her sock had a hole. She had the cheesy smile she always put for fun. She posed and said 'what's up, sexy motherfucker'. I laughed.
That day, she had bought me a campina macchiato. And I don't know if I've told this before; I LOVE macchiatos. To death. I smiled at the macchiato waiting for me in the refrigerator, untouched, cold and tasty.
My mood changed in matter of seconds. People can have a big influence on you.
Yet I don't know anyone who can make me switch so fast. Mostly when I'm moody, I rather chop off someone's head (don't get me wrong, I'm NEVER moody, but if I am I'm horrible). I then lock myself in my room and go 'LEAVE ME ALONE -_-!'
Hi Dani, if you haven't noticed, this blog's about you. It's becoming surprisingly long, seeing as I didn't even know where to start at first. But I'm not done, not even half.
She's my sister, to many people my 'twin'. Do I look fifteen to you?
But she's like, gay.
In a good way.
I wouldn't want my sister to be...not-gay and not-stupid and not-dorky.
If Dani was a guy, I'd marry her. ...And if she wasn't my brother, of course.
Why? Because Dani and I are true love (I'm sorry, cheesyness slips through my fingers!).
Dani, I love you. And do you know why?
Because I can call you a bitch, motherfucker, stupid, idiot and a whore and you accept it and laugh.
Because you reply me with a bitchslap that usually hurts.
Because you buy me energy drinks and macchiatos all the friggin' time without having to ask me if I even want one.
Because everytime I try to explain you math, we both end up NOT knowing what we're talking about...And I always tell you to write down 'ask the teacher tomorrow', which you never do, so you come back a few days later with the same darn question.
Because everytime I come home, I shout 'FAKA DAN CHIMI' and you reply me singing obnoxiously.
Because when we go to a concert, you're the only one that wants to talk to weird looking ladies with teeth missing, asking me for money, wanting to use my nailpolish and I give them some grapes instead.
Because you're the only one that wants to run with me outside and try to 'tap' our feet together in the air...while half of the neighbourhood is watching.
Because everytime I come to you complaining about something retarded, you reply 'oh my god, suck it up, it's not a fucking big deal'...you keep me sane.
Because I can watch movies latelate at night. Because you always throw things at me whenever the movie just started and I'm already snoring and deep asleep.
How about...
Fort Myers. Hanging out on the beach at 2 in the morning, getting EATEN by mosquitos, but refusing to go inside because we want to watch ten shooting stars AT LEAST.
Making shamefully stupid videos and pictures with the most ugly faces we've ever seen and laughing our asses off at ourselves doing it. Being totally embarrassed and surprised by our capability to make SUCH fools of ourselves on cam?
That's not even HALF. What have we NOT done together?
We even pooped together when we were like 5 years old.
What about being tiny little kids and showering together, then meassuring the distance between my belly button and yours?
Going to concerts and making a fool of Ne-Yo.
Understanding exactly what we're saying, even if we haven't finished our sentence.
Understanding exactly what we're saying, just by making some weird sound effect (damn, we're good at that).
Playing barbies. Oh my God, the barbies...
You'd hit me when I wouldn't play anymore, so hard, that I got scared so I'd play anyway. Then five minutes later you'll be sick of it and you'd demand me to clean it up (hahaha you were such a pain in the ass).
Oh not to forget...Annoying me every single morning before school. Me being stressed out because we had to be at school in 5 minutes, Dani still in her pyjamas going down the stairs sloooowly, saying 'ñaña, look! I'm a tuuuuuurtle!'
Shopping together, then after half an hour being sick of it and ending up in a McDonald's, Mockamore or KFC. We're such men...
Calling you a filthy emo. Calling me a 'waaaallah'. Then calling me a bitch.
What about me telling you the big thing with butter was ICE CREAM? And you'd just eat it.
Dancing to friggin' Shakira and Spice Girls. Ten years later, dancing on talent shows.
Having too-damn-deep unnecessary conversations. But afterwards, we're like 'DUDE I'm glad I'm not the only one thinking like that'
Laughing about...nooooothing whatsoever.
What about when you were a baby? I'd love to 'take care of you' and I'd put kilo's of baby powder on your tummy and rub it all over. You'd laugh and cough to death, because of all the smoke-ish powder-ish stuff. Or me laughing at you everytime you tasted something horrible, because your nosetrils would go wide open but you'd say 'mmmm tasty' anyway. Or how everytime you'd put on a bathing suit, one buttcheek would pop out, because...Dude, your butt was huge when you were three years old.
Dressing you up and trying to put on similar clothes. I have no idea why I did that.
You following me alllll over the place. Me thinking that was completely normal and something so obvious and natural to do. Because in a way you're part of me.
Without you would be like, missing a leg...Or an arm.
You're the cheese on my pizza, man.
The peanut butter on my PJ-sandwich, man.
The weiner on my hotdog.
The ketchup on my...EVERYTHING, seeing as I eat everything with ketchup.
And not having you would be like...Walking outside with one shoe, feeling totally unsatisfied because you don't have two shoes, no, you have one.
(What is it with me and missing shoes?)
Life without you would be like...Getting Ben&Jerry's for free! Then taking the top off to realize there's only one bite left.
I'd give my kidney for you.
And if you wouldn't need it, I'd just if you asked for it, even if it's just for some weird decoration in your room, if it would truely make you happy.
I was there when you spoke your first words, when you wrote your first letters (ugly as hell), when you walked your first steps (although I can't remember), when you fed the dog my grandmother's glasses and when you hid every single key of the house in your little car. When you drew your first naked people laying on a bed when you were four years old. And I'll always have your back, just like when I drew clothes on your drawings so my mommy wouldn't find out you were perverted. I didn't want you to get in trouble.
Because that's what big sisters do, right? At least I do.
And I'll be there when you get totally drunk on your first party and vomit all over Krek's car (>.>...). I'll hold your hair to your back so you can vomit into the toilet without having to worry about a thing. Dude, I'll clean up the mess afterwards...But obviously, first I'll be the one to tell you 'DON'T DRINK ANY ALCOHOL'. And I'll be there when you have your first kiss, first boyfriend...First heartbreak and your first 'I hate him so much! How could he?!'...I'll be there when you want to take revenge and hit the motherfucker. Dude, I'll even HOLD his arms for you so you can beat the crap out of him. I'll be there when you graduate, get married, have kids. I'll babysit them for you.
Honestly, you've always been there for me too. So many things you've done without even KNOWING it.
And so, so much more, dude.
I love you, ñañita.
<33333
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