Archives > December 2002
It's
4,30pm in Italy and in about a half hour I will commence my preparation ritual
for tonight's festivities. I shall take a shower (which usually doesn't last
less than 15 minutes) lotion and perfume myself, dry my hair, get dressed and
jump on the bus to my friend Sara's house, where I will eat and especially drink
:)
But I don't believe much in New Year's Eve... actually this time I am kind of sad about it. Yes, it's time for the future and a new year with surprises (good AND bad) but 2002 has been a great year for me.
While 2001 was the most horrible year of my life, 2002 has brought me my degree, my gym transformation, psychological healing (I felt like crap in 2001) and a new life in Italy.
Yes, the last one is not necessarily a good thing because I miss the US like crazy but it sure is a change! And now watch me fly to the career I have always dreamed about (hope to take a few good flights in 2003).
I hope you all will spend a good evening, either in a club sweating your ass off, on vacation in Aspen or Rimini (you lucky bastards!), at work (you unlucky bastards!), at home with your loved one(s) and even alone on the couch watching TV and eating Doritos ---> I luv ya!
But most importantly I love you all because if you are reading this log you care about me and what is up-- thank you for making BubbleSnow.net what it is right now!
<<Now let's make a toast to a healthy, loving, funny, happy 2003... and I'll see ya on the other side!!!>>
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So, as you read this new log for today I am working on the new design for this main blog site and the new issue of the BubbleSnow magazine. You will see updates in this window while I work all around it and... in 2003, there will be a brand new look and content for you all! Stay tuned :)
Check out my answers to the Friday 5:
1. What was your biggest accomplishment this year?
There were a lot this year... most importantly getting my DEGREE in journalism and media studies, secondly entering the F/T job mode.
2. What was your biggest disappointment?
I did not have huge disappointments this year. I just think of how things would have been if I would have made different decisions... but it's not good to regret because I am happy where I am, even if I might have been happy elsewhere... well, this I'll never know.
3. Will you be making any New Year's resolutions?
I don't believe in New Year's resolutions. I always try to set them up but feel that if I want to start a serious change I don't have to wait until this time of the year- I just get up and do it. I also try to do things the best way I can, no regrets.
4. Where will you be at midnight? Do you wish you could be somewhere else?
I hate New Year's Eve. This year I don't have anything planned. Even being alone with my dog and going to bed at 11,30 is no biggy to me. I know, I know it sounds miserable... well, hopefully I will indeed end up at least getting together with some friends.
I wish I was on a cruise ship on my way to Greece.
5. Aside from (possibly) staying up late, do you have any other New Year's traditions?
None whatsoever... as I told you I am not a big celebrator of this holiday.
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I hope everyone who celebrates has a great Christmas with family, friends, whatever.
I am going to my mum's to celebrate and eat more and more food! I might check back in at the end of the day to maybe put up some pictures or something.
Merry Christmas!!
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Sooo, it's 12,21 and I still haven't wrapped up any presents. I am supposed to pass by work and maybe I can just walk around the stores, but no F* it, I spent soooo much money, I feel like I have been sucked dry, half a month of hard work in wrapped boxes and such.
People tease me and tell me that I am a scrooge, always looking for the way to spend as less money as possible. I think that is true, I do find ways to save money whenever I can, but I am fundamentally a good and generous person.
Wait a friggin minute, generous as long as you don't borrow my pen and lose it or return it all chewed up!!! That drives me utterly insane!
I'm about to step out then, I might be back to chat later akay?
Luv ya and happy wrapping! Grr....
PS: Aren't men and animals beautiful?? No pun intended...
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So
today I woke my ass up at the butt crack of dawn (9a.m.) and got ready to go out
for the Christmas shopping. And I think I have been good this time because I
usually do it all on the 24th, when there is nothing nice left to buy and you
must play tackle to get an acceptable gift.
And anyhowz, I left the house and went to MediaWorld, a huge electronics store a few blocks from my house.
Yeah I got a driver's license but until I buy myself a car my broke ass isn't going anywhere past a 10 minutes' walk.
I am not going to say what I purchased cuz that's going to ruin the surprise but I was carrying those huge boxes like a jerk ... in the cold, alone, with my hair on my face and all.
But the worst is done. I still have a few more presents to buy tomorrow and wrap them up. I suck at wrapping presents.
But anywayz, MUST absolutely watch National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation, I love that movie and I think everyone in the world should own a copy.
I'll check in tomorrow and tell you how it went.
**I watched two movies today, here are quick reviews:
- Maid in Manhattan: It's cute but not that big of a deal. Although I despise JLo I saw it since I am a big fan of "The Wedding Planner" and I have to honestly say it was cute to watch but no shocker.
- My Big Fat Greek Wedding: Sooo funny and at the same time very smart. You should definitely check out this movie, although it may actually offend some Greek people.
-The man is the head of the household. But the woman is the neck, and she can turn that head anyway she wants to...
-don't let your past dictate who you are
but let it be part of who you will become
(My Big Fat Greek Wedding)
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Just chillin'
Dear
friends who care, lately I have been so busy that a nice week off work will be
greatly appreciated. Let's just say that after last weekend's hell hole
traveling through southern Italy, two Christmas parties and a birthday
celebration I am in no mood to go crazy right now.
The drawing you see on your right is a caricature an artist drew of me at my company's Christmas party, do ya like it? hehe, I thought it was cool cuz he came up to our table (I was hanging out with my coworker Delia) and he said that we were too beautiful for a caricature but he was going to try hard to do it. If you click on it you will see a bigger version of the whole drawing, featuring a controversial butt- I swear I was sitting down!
Both Tuesday and Wednesday night I got home at 2,30 and had to wake up for work, goodness, I woke up with ugly ass under eye circles.
But this birthday was great, I felt so loved by everyone. I received a beautiful ring from my parents **yikes**, a huge amazing plant from my grandmother and aunt, who also got me a dolphin bed set and a shampoo and bath beauty set.
I also received a novel about the meanings of life
and the history of philosophy from my coworker and a shoe brush that looks like
a
parrot
from two other coworkers.
Apart from birthday, since one of my bosses gave us money to buy a present for ourselves, my coworker went out and bought what I wanted: the 3-step Clinique treatment for the skin, which includes the soap, the tonic and the cream... I can only say that my skin feels 10 million times better and I only used it twice so I totally recommend it to all of you!
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What I really want this birthdayAkay, so it's here again, the yearly appointment that reminds me although shit happens time goes by with its ups and downs and maybe even with a few more wrinkles... Well dammit, I do not have wrinkles at (almost) 22 yet but don't wish you were me cuz acne is still a pretty damn bad pain in the behind. In this log I will tell you what I truly want to receive on my birthday, even if you really might not give a damn. Besides all the silly stuff on my |
Please remember to wish me happy birthday on Dec. 19 or I will cry and feel unloved! |
amazon wishlist, I wish more than anything that I had a secure full time job with my name, position and responsibility. I enjoy being a consultant but I think I need security that I cannot have from being one day here and one day there.
Secondly, I wish I had a damn car. I know you probably might say to yourself damn this chick has a lot of expensive and unfulfillable wishes but well don't you? I was looking into the same car I drove at driving school, a Fiat Punto, but this is something that I don't expect as a gift- I could not ask my parents anything more than what they have already given me or have done for me. So I will make this darn wish come true when more money in the bank comes along.
I ain't gonna talk about love to you cuz family is watching and some of them do understand English quite well (!!). All I gotta say about that is that I am lonely and wish I had someone on my side. I particularly miss a special angel who taught me a lot about standing on my own and making my own damn decisions. Sometimes I think about how things would have been if I had not made the decisions I had made - but fortunately or unfortunately I am here now and nothing can make time go back. Like wiseman Willy Wonka used to say to go back you can only move forward... so we'll see how the cards will turn.
Next, call me all humanistic and shit, I will make a world-peace-like wish. I wish all animals out there were treated as you would treat yourself, because they are living things and need respect. One day, when I'll be a very rich woman I'll leave a backload of money for animal causes. I always said I wanted to buy a huge ass ranch where I would put all the abandoned and maltreated animals and where they would be loved and taken care of and be able to play in the fields happy and free.
Another quite crazy ass wish of mine, which many of you may know, is to meet my long time idol Mariah Carey. I was very very close to meeting her, because she is so amazingly nice and down to earth, but unfortunately her darn bodyguards took her away. I do wish I was able to get tickets to her upcoming concert in Italy, whenever that is, so that I can hear her wonderful voice live once again.
And of course, I wish I had a lot of money. I wish one day it started to rain money and we would all run to the streets and grab them. I sometimes wish I had that money to bounce the fuck out of this land and move to a deserted island with Ben Affleck (pre-JLo Ben, that is lol jk) and have nothing to do with stupid fucks who think they are oh so big and great and have the right to tell you what to do their way because your way sucks. A long time ago a very wise person taught me that people can be Presidents, Captains, Doctors and Professors but in the long run they are just people.
So honestly, besides wishing I had the money to bounce outta here I wish more that ya'll stuck-up motherfreakers would just shut the hell up and look at yourselves before judging others.
So you see, my wishes are big but not so materialistic (besides the money and such! bwahaha) But really, besides coming up with some crazy ass wish like those above (some are true wishes that I can't live without and others are just thoughts) I cannot do more, because luckily I have been blessed with a brain to think, a body to walk and express myself, a conscience to do things the right way most of the times, a family who loves me and cares for me and is around for me in times of need, a good heart for loving everyone that wants to be loved by me and really, a strong wish to live life the best way I can.
So this 22nd is exactly the way I want it to be, because I have my integrity and a smile on my face.
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It's Sunday evening and a few hours ago I got back from my weekend trip to Sicily, where I went to surprise my uncle in occasion of his 50th birthday. I am tired- dead tired.
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Just got home about a half hour ago, after waiting a freaking eternity for my bus, which decides to come whenever it feels like it. It is cold as hell outside! And for a few minutes I was hoping the snow flurries they had forecasted yesterday were actually going to fall down but I'm still lookin' up that that shitty gray sky and no damn snow whatsoever...
Why,
why, why didn't I find a job in the mountains? I love the snow! But then you see
I don't make sense because I hate it when it's too cold... I guess you can't get
what you want huh?
So this log will be dedicated to creepy men, cuz once in a while it's good to talk about it so that you freaks out there get a clue.
Why the hell is it that if you are over 50 you ask a 22 year-old girl out?? What in the living god is wrong with you? Do you actually expect that the chick will say yes?? You could be her father! Yuck and double yuck...
And please don't get me wrong, I believe love has no boundaries, either in race, age and gender but come on, unless the girl totally shows you she's interested do NOT presume that she will go out with you. And by showing interest I don't mean her smiling at you and chatting with you - that is normal and there is nothing more than just talking, akay?
Seriously
now - I know this old man at work (I will not say his name but it's not like he
understands English that well anyways) who works in this office that I visit
quite often. Since I am a cheerful person and I am nice and polite to everyone
when he asked me if I really did live in the U.S. for 8 years (and bla bla bla
people always ask me about that) I answered and told him a few things about it.
[Dammit, I think this week I'll record an album where I sing of the same, usual anecdotes I say about my American life and just freaking give it out to people as a Chirstmas present...]
Anyhowz, he's like "I'd like to speak English more often, can we speak English when we run into each other?" and I'm like, sure that's cool.
Little did I know that I was going to run into this man practically everywhere - elevators, hallways, the cafeteria, outside... I swear to god, whenever I'd start hoping I didn't run into him there he'd be HELO FRRREDI HAW ARR YUU and dammit I got even more freaked out when my co-workers said he started getting touchy with some woman on the elevator once.
One damn day I was in the elevator with him alone (dammit, why can't I be in the elevator alone with Brad Pitt, why him???) and he comes out like "Yah Freddi, how would you like to have a beer with me tonight?"
A
beer?!?!? A motherfreakin' beer?!?!!? Bitch, I CANNOT BELIEVE you just worked up
the guts to ask my young ass out, jesus, why is it that all the good and nice
shy guys out there that have a chance with a girl never ask her out and creeps
like this man do?!?
Surprised by his out of the world question and naturally a nice person, I just said... "Ehmn no!" but in a nice way... I can't believe that's all I told the guy... dammit.
Now don't think I'm a bitch, this is a guy who I found out has tried to go out with virtually every woman at my company, so it's not like he was in love with me... but really!!! really!! what the hell - why does this happen?
And why is it that the ugly and stinky and rude and disgusting men check you out on the street and come up to you with their smelly breath asking you "Whattap Shorteyy" (or think of the Italian translation to that). It's not fair, tonight I was on the bus and this man in front of me was staring at me and when I looked up and faced him he smiled all creepily... do you expect that a young chick who lives in a city like Milan where everything can happen is going to smile back at your ass and wink at you and say "yah, the next stop we'll get off and I'll take you into a bathroom and we'll do it - that's right, get ready."
Come on, it's not fair! Women should have their spaces! Why is it that we have to look down like dogs because if we look at you you'll think we want you too?? And how do us girls feel when we walk down the street (not even wearing any particular kind of hoochie gear) and feel like a piece of meat?? I mean, sometimes it feels nice to be looked at... but in that way? by those maniaky guys who have nothing to lose?
Really
the problem is that, they have nothing to lose. So guys, if you know a girl and
you like her please do NOT stalk her or strip her with your eyes, start being
her friend and don't think too much of it - trust me, we'll show you we are
interested, especially if we are talking to you it means you don't make us throw
up.
Then finally when you think you have the right time alone with her ask her out-- and NO NO NO NO, she will not laugh at you, if you have been talking to her and she is primarily not a bitch she will be flattered- even if she doesn't like you.
If you tell her and she doesn't like you she might even look at you in a different way once you do - and if she doesn't don't be embarrassed - you also had nothing to lose, only the chance if you hadn't tried.
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On Saturday and Sunday I worked on my Christmas tree and now I can say that I am so happy with the results!
Last
year in the U.S. I went to this store after Christmas and bought a buck load of
ornaments at half price... you know in those special stores those balls cost
like 9 bucks each so even after half off my mother had to slap my ass silly a
few times cuz I almost died when I found out I was about to shell $100 on bead
garlands and plastic snowflakes.
And anyhowz, since I knew I was going to need a decent tree for those darn ornaments this year and no I will not drag my lazy ass out there and go to one of those tree parks, wait in the frozen lot until they wrap up my tree so I can go home, pull out the ghetto saw to cut the crap trunk that the guy didn't and that now doesn't fit in the stand, fill my hands with sticky and stinky resin and sweep my floor three times a day whenever a needle falls off.
I went to this store and bought myself a phat plastic tree (or should I put it nicer and say "faux"), it cost me 30 Euros (or dollars, whatever) but I don't care because it is nice and puffy and has pine cones attached to it. And on Saturday I pulled it out of the box to discover a "tube" of needles all tied up to each other. Let's just say that I spent the first hour of my exciting Christmas fun unraveling this tree and spreading out the branches as almost an entire Christmas CD went by.
As I was wrapping up my tree with lights I started to seriously doubt my ability as a tree decorator when I remembered my previous year living with my parents and preparing the tree with my mother. I think my mom is the most artistic person in the world and even if I try so hard, really, I do, it's hard for me to come up with something original.
So I remember while decorating the tree with her I felt like I was ruining her genius but "mom can I put the bow here" and she'd say "oh well, no, put it here" or even worse "yeah, it's fine" and a few minutes later see that same bow magically lay on the opposite side of the tree.
I carefully placed the lights around the tree as everything looked oh so wrong, I took down the lights and put them back up and then it was time for the garlands, which took me about another CD length to unravel. Later I carefully placed each icicle on my baby, and the only two balls which I think are the hottest thing about my tree and then all the snowflakes, the golden Santa Clauses and the musical notes, the drums, the snowmen and even that pretty red ice skate ornament that cost me a chilling 12 dollars (or should I say dolors).
My
tree was complete and even if alone and in my slippers in my house with no snow
outside whatsoever I felt like Clark Griswold in "National Lampoon's Christmas
Vacation" as I prepared to place the plug of the lights into the switch.
And poom!
Even if fake, my tree was very much alive, in front of me... the most beautiful because it was MY very first tree in my own house, decorated by myself and loved by myself.
Suddenly I was having my little Christmas there all alone, I was so souped that I even wanted to pull out a glass of white wine and celebrate my success... sadly though I don't drink much wine and the drinks I had in my fridge (orange juice, H2O and milk) would definitely have spoiled the moment.
I figured that Christmas is really what you make of it, there's really no definite parameters that define this holiday as long as you are happy to celebrate it.
It saddens me that I will not spend this Christmas in the U.S., after 8 years of snow and little houses with outdoor lights and santa statues in the Jersey gardens I am living in a city where it rarely snows and every now and then you see a couple lights outside the trendy stores.
I will especially miss the lights of Mahwah, NJ. For the past 5 years I had made it a habit to visit a neighborhood in this small town that decorated their houses like madmen and was stalked by processions of slow-moving cars that came from all over New Jersey to stare in amusement.
I remember the snow, the cold, the music in the background of the "Elvis villa," an amazing house completely covered with lights and even a lake, a huge Santa in the garden and statues of Elvis Presley and Marilyn Monroe on its roof.
My first year visiting this place I was a freshman in college and went with my friends Helen and Jimmy, plus, with other people I think but I don't remember them. I think it was December 23rd and there were so many people that we parked the car half a mile from the neighborhood and walked there.
We saw the houses, felt the loving spirit of Christmas and even sang Carols to people. We were so silly, wishing everybody a Merry Christmas... but I think that even if some people were like "what the hell is up with them?" I have never felt the spirit of Christmas so much as on that night, where despite the cold and the crowd we needed nothing else but to be together, celebrating, with friends and with strangers, this wonderful time of the year.
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I wanted to launch this on Monday but since I can't wait to show you it's up today- take your butt to the magazine section to read BubbleSnow's new online magazine featuring a different look and spanking new content!
Then after you do that, take a look at Mariah Crybaby, akay?
I know you cannot live without my entertaining blogs (like you give a damn about my life!) so those will be coming soon as well- the bad part about having such a big site as BubbleSnow is updating it, so give me some time akay?
As soon as I get this freaking driving school crap out of the way I will have way more time to work on the site and such.
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I cannot believe it. Jennifer Lopez and Ben Affleck are engaged to be married. I hate to gossip and talk crap but Jesus Christ, who in their right mind would marry that elephant ass hoe who has been married 2 other times before (her last marriage lasted only months).
Dammit Ben, I know the Latino charm gets to you too but does it really have to be her?? Yeah, she's beautiful (that's the only thing I give her) but what else? What, is the sex good? Do you think that she is the only one who's got it??? Yeah yeah, call me jealous, but I am indeed. Ben was my guy!!! (not in the literal sense) but I go and check out Entertainment Tonight minutes ago and I see "It's official! JENNIFER LOPEZ and BEN AFFLECK are engaged to be married" as if it were some surprising and enlightening piece of information.
The article says that JLo named one of her songs "Dear Ben." Now, I mean, did she go up to some talented writer and told him to make up a song that would symbolize her true love for her third upcoming husband? "Please do it cuz I can't write it #1 cuz I am not a songwriter #2 cuz I have no idea what to say about this dude," and then get a good recording studio to fix her fucked up voice so that she can resemble an at least decent singer.
Then shoot a fucking video with your ass all out, your man rubbin' it and you bouncing in a see through shirt where your nipples are exposed to the world (and to 13 year old girls who want to be you) but don't worry, not a care in the world, you will not even need to "fix yourself" cuz besides the many hairdressers, make-up artists and stylists you will also have a nipple-tweaker at hand that will give you that "Oh so naturally sexy" look you have.
Riiight, besides not believing I sit disgusted, wondering who the hell is still buying this whore's records and such. Please! Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got, I'm still Jenny from the block, who the hell are you fooling?? Marrying a millionaire, getting people to write and produce your songs, having yourself made up to be a person you are not when you wake up in the morning... and being a complete snob about it.
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Wednesday, October 23 2002
Check out the whack new Rolling Stones cover featuring a Christina Aguilera practically naked here. What is she doing??? She has really come out as a skank lately, but ya know what? I cannot dislike her. She is really talented as a singer and I have to admit that I love the new Dirrty video, I think it is really hot. But I guess by doing this she compromises half of her audience, mainly made up of 12 year olds. We'll see how her album does... I know I'll pick my copy up.
Dammit dammit dammit!! I cannot believe the woman at the driving school told me my written exam has been scheduled for November 7... arghh!! I wish I had been studying, now I have to freak out and study the whole crap in two weeks. I hate pressure-- but than again it's the only good way for me to get things done. And don't anyone tell me that I can't drive after this, or I'll kill ya.
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Well, I cannot help it- I would like to bitch a little about this slut that has just about done it for me. J-Low otherwise known as Jennifer Lopez. Who the hell is buying her albums? Didn't that fat ass just about get a little old by now? I mean, the bitch goes off with Diddy, takes pictures with that dress that shows off her boobies and says she loves her man and all. Then what? The guy is in poop up to his neck and she bounces!! Whatttt was that? Talk about sticking by your man no matter what.
She rebounds with some fairy looking back-up dancer of hers who practically becomes her bitch and marries him only after a few months they are together. Then what does the hooch do?? She leaves him after only a couple months in the wedding!
Obviously this chick gives weddings so much importance.
We see her lately walking around with my fave hottie celeb actor Ben Affleck (who has lost a gagillion points in my list for getting with the skank) and shoots videos with a hoe shirt she might as well not even wear and actually has a guy in the crew who is in charge of "pointing up" her nipples so that she looks "cold enough" in her new Jenny from the Block video.
So why the hell are you still buying her albums? Long live Mariah...
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So I just got back from IKEA, bought a lamp and a big mirror so I can actually see how the hell I look before I leave for work in the morning.
I was a little ashamed of going out cuz yesterday I went to the tanning salon with my aunt to tan just my face. The lady at the counter is like you can do either 15 or 30 minutes and I am like bitch please, 15 minutes is not going to do anything cuz my skin is way too pale so I went in for 30 minutes.
I am not even joking when I tell you yesterday at that darn tanning salon I spent the longest 30 minutes of my life. Italian tanning salons are different from American ones, they are a lot stronger but you don't get as burnt as you would with the ones in the U.S., you don't even really have to wear eye protection.
Well, I have really puffy eyes and even if my skin is not too red I feel like it's about to explode, dammit I feel as if the burn is under the skin and I am about to be well done as an Outback steak. But I'll survive.
The weekend has passed too quickly and tomorrow it'll be the start of a new week of stress and repressed anger.
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