I Knew It! He IS a Dirtbag!

I called it. This guy seemed like a total dirtbag from the first time I saw him in interviews for Twilight. All you tweens who squee and absolutely, totally loooovee this guy… Bishes please! He is nasty –and don’t get me started on his beloved co-star who plays Bella. She reeks of something else. Okay, I’ll say it. She reeks of “whore-ish scents”! I’m kidding… no I’m not. Anyways! I digress.

For real, when I saw the movie I thought that it reeked of ass –yeah, the movie was pretty bad still. But now that I’ve read this I’m thinking that I might have just been smelling Robert Pattinson. Anyways check out this article posted in another blog/site. He’s gross.

Robert Pattinson Has a Slight Problem

Robert Pattinson, star of the tween and middle-age woman porn, Twilight, has been knocking the ladies dead on the set of the sequel, New Moon. And by “knocking the ladies dead” I mean “he smells like ass”. E! News reports:

We got word from people hotly preparing to work up in Vancouver for New Moon that Rob P. causes quite the commotion on set….He stinks. I mean, it’s awful. He never showers, and it drives people on the set crazy,” dishes someone who works in very close quarters with Pattz. Apparently our shaggy-haired love never rinses that bod of his, as Keanu and Brad have famously not done, as well, during extended periods of their hunky lives. Like, ever. And it’s past the point of a little BO. “He completely reeks,” complains an annoyed crewmember.

Bad Grammar Makes Me [sic]

I was reading something online that reminded me of one of my biggest pet peeves in the world. What I was reading was written by a person (no names) who has a legit website, books and on top of that is university educated. One should expect no less than proper grammar, right.

So I’m reading… and I come across the dreaded grammar faux pas: “Your in. You are now ready to… blah blah blah” Though forgetting the apostrophe, the “r” and the “e” could be hard to forget, I’m really hoping that this was just a typo.

Now I am guilty of grammar faux pas, no doubt about that. There, however, are some things that just are uncalled for. I am talking to you 13 year olds (+/- 3 years)! You should see the way these fools talk on Bro’s facebook and msn… I swear it’s like another language. My biggest thing is the Your/You’re confusion. Honestly if you’re going to use words you aren’t sure of, don’t use them at all! If you can’t handle wrapping your mind around the simple usage of contractions in such a basic word, don’t bother. Gosh!

I can’t count the amount of times where I read people using “your” incorrectly.

“omg your so gay wtf…….”
“rotflmaoooo, your to jokez!!!!”
“wtffff????? your so dum”

Oh.em.gee. I see this junk all over the Facebook and the MSN in people’s names and sometimes in the way they talk to me. This really grinds my gears. There are five things from up there that really get me:

1.       Overusing punctuations
Okay, I get it something is really funny! Or Okay, I get it something is really confusing.

2.       No commas or periods to separate a thought
I’m no mind reader, nor can I hear you speaking through msn or facebook. Separate your thoughts, please! It’s just really confusing and it makes you sound like an idiot.

3.       Enough with the acronyms!
Seriously. These are becoming kind of ridiculous. For example: ROTFLMAO. See, at least with LOL you can be laughing out loud (though not always…) but with ROTFLMAO, who really does that? Who’s going to roll on the floor laughing their ass off? Seriously.

4.       Changing the spelling of a word, though not for convenience but just because it’s, I don’t know, how the “cool kids” talk
Why? You are butchering the English language, gosh! A real ugly example: cool turned into “kewl”. Also, dropping G’s without replacing it with an apostrophe.

5.       Confusing two, too, and to
Similar to the beef with the incorrect uses of “your”

So I should say, as a disclaimer I suppose, that I’m no expert in grammar or the english language by any means. But I mean these things I’m talking about are so basic that if you manage to mess these things up you must be some kind of idiot.

This is how the fools speak. Bish Please!

What I’m Looking Forward to This Summer

As the first year of my university experience is nearing its end. I am starting to get anxious and think ahead to the longest summer vacation I’ve ever had! 4 months, bishes.

This year has been an incredible experience…
I’ve met really good people, failed a lot of tests (very new to me), had to share my room space with another for the first time… but I’ll save my reflection talk about my first year for another post. Right now here is what I’m looking forward to this upcoming summer:

1. Hanging out with family (as if I don’t already see them enough, lol. But whatever, they aiiiight.)

2. Playing basketball outside without freezing my hands off

3. Going for runs/walks outside without freezing my ears off

4. I can wear less layers of clothes. I hate wearing so many clothes, so heavy and bulky!

5. No more thinking! (Arguably the best part of summer. No more essays, tests, exams, or learning or serious brain usage)

6. Seeing my best friend, Lisa, who I haven’t seen for SO long. (She goes to University of Western Ontario, I’m at McMaster University)

What we’re planning to do together:
(when I say it like that, I feel like it makes us sound a little gay…hm, oh well)

7. Biking at the beach

8. Try out this Hot Yoga place that just opened up

9. Try this new restaurant in Bay Ridges by the beach

10. Do our nails together (because it seems like something best friends should do together?)

11.Play catch

12. Hit up the batting cage

12. Watch movies

14. Cruise the streets for man dem… just kidding. We don’t do that.

15. Party/Get Twist (its our first summer legal… no more “may I see your ID please?” Bishhh please, get outta here I am19 thank you very much.)

This summer should be good, some friends also want to go to wasaga beach, or shopping in buffalo, or I might even go on vacation to some sexy spanish island/country with my cousin. Good times…

41 days and counting!

Here I Stand, Usher

Let me just say, Usher, you’re so lucky Chris Brown got arrested.  All you gotta do is listen to this album and know what I’m saying. I’ll let this one slide and just listen to 8701, for now. But if the next one is as bad as Here I Stand, well I don’t know but.. This is strike one.

Here I Stand = Biggest Flop Ever

How to Survive University

This is my story, but the things here can pretty much be applied to a lot first year university kids out there. So here is it…

Coming from Christmas break, I was pumped and ready to get back to school and make up for the terrible first term grades. I had a whole plan ready for how I was going to kick second term’s ass. It was working out really well for me in the first month or so. I got 90’s on a couple papers, 80s on tests.

It was all good. Then Reading Week struck and everything went to shit heck.

After only a week of staying home I developed bad habits that took the place of the good ones that I had worked hard to maintain. I’ve been back from Reading Week for about 2 weeks now and I’ve lost that drive and feeling I had at the beginning of the term.

Let’s see how bad things have gotten:

2 Failed Kinesiology Tests

1 Philosophy Essay (Grade: C)

2 Spanish Assignments 62%, 55%

What the hell, right. I’m pissed off. Again, thinking on the train ride home from Hamilton: I MUST get back to the way it was at the beginning of the term. If I can’t I might not even get my transfer to York University for a program that, in my opinion, is where I was meant to be since I was 12 years old. Political Science is more of a side interest, but Kinesiology (health, body movement, etc…), I can read/talk about this stuff forever and not get tired of it.

Anyways, on to how I’m going to turn this around; I’m going to do exactly as I did at the beginning of the term. It’s quite simple, actually.

1. Do Those Readings

200 + pages of readings per week, yes! I did it before, so I can do it again. When I do these I know what’s going on in class, therefore, I retain the info Prof is doling out. Rather than, sitting there trying to understand wtf he is going on about, I’m actively learning and applying it to the readings.

2. Review Notes In Spare Time

I used to look at my Kinesiology notes when I was bored, it did me well. But now when I’m bored I take a nap or eat (usually bad foods, fries, chips. I’m ashamed even talking about it)

3. Sleep Early, Wake Up Early

Before Reading Week, I would sleep around 11pm or 12am and get up around 7:30. It felt great; I had a whole day ahead of me. I had time to shower, review notes, check email, do readings; all this before my first class. Now, I get up more or less 15 minutes before class; rush my ass out the door looking like a haggard animal with my hair all over the place and dark eye circles from staying up till 1-3am. Idiot.

4. Eat Healthier

Like I said, I would eat crap. I’m going to get back to eating my salads and fresh fruits from the vegetarian cafe. No more Student Centre pizzas, bacon cheeseburgers, curly fries, and chocolate bars. Though it all tasted good at the time, I felt like crap afterward. It did nothing for my energy levels and motivation to do anything productive.

5.      Physical Activity (pick- up basketball, simple body weight circuits)

It’s a vicious cycle. I wouldn’t get enough sleep so I would eat garbage, then I would be too lazy to do anything else after that. I’d do half ass papers and study for tests in 30 minutes. So if I couldn’t even do the important things like this (essays, tests, midterms), like I’d really push myself even more to exercise. Now! I’m going to play some pick-up basketball and get some quick workouts in at least 3-5 times a week.

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I now realize that being a nerd, fitness junkie, weirdo who wakes up unnecessarily early, is actually cool. This weekend, I’m going to start doing all these things. Wish me luck. It’ll be a little tough to develop the good habits again because I heard somewhere that it takes about 4 weeks to develop a habit. Well, let’s hope this works.

Angsty teenage girl stuff coming… If I don’t get into York University for Kinesiology, I will just die. I really need this. I cannot write retarded essays about the constitution no one cares about anymore. Ugh! Mothereffer! I’m a little pissed that I let it get to this.

Now, Bish please! Suck it up, and just do it.

When in doubt, make lists!

When I first started this blog I had so many ideas in my head of what to write about. The eager beaver genius quick thinking writer I was promptly busted out five posts in two days. But it’s been almost a week now and I seem to have hit a creative wall. I can’t think of anything good to really talk about right now.

This is all probably because I had ’nuff essays to write in the past few days and and all my ability to write lucid, coherent thoughts had been shot. I had used up all my genius-ness for my essays — especially for my poli sci term research paper which kicked my ass. So because of this, I will be posting simple things that don’t require much thought, for now. Starting with a list.

Top 10 (no, that’s Letterman’s) Top 25?(nope, taken by Tomfoolery and Shenanigans and the “25 Random Things About Me (Facebook))

Ummm, random number, random number… 17! Check it.

Top 17 Words or Phrases Heard Around My House

Top 17 Words or Phrases Heard Around My House (Currently)

Those who have been to my house before might be familiar with some of these…

1. “Yo!” – Bro and I

This word can easily be heard 20-100 times throughout a day in my house. It could range from the usage of simply calling one of us down for dinner to an angry “YO! Don’t eff around” yo. It’s a very versatile word for us.

2. “Hey, Hey, Hey!”- Dad

This is usually heard when either I’m bothering Bro or he is bothering me, even if we’re just joking around. So in an attempt to diffuse the situation, from another room we’d hear “Hey, Hey, Hey! What are you guys doing! Sam what are you doing!?” Mhm! It’s always me that he assumes is doing something.  Bro’s hysterical woman scream does do him well in the innocent department.

3. “Drink your tea… burn the fat.” – Mom

This usually comes right after dinner. Actually, after any meal even if it’s just a snack. It’s like programmed into my mom for her to say this to us. It all started from some chain email (is that what it’s called?) where it said that Chinese people are so skinny because they drink hot tea with a lot of their meals. Don’t know about the truth to this claim, but whatever.After we’d have our teas, she’d always say the, “Drink your tea, it burns the fat” thing if we weren’t drinking the tea. We’re so used to it now that whenever she’d come by Bro and I would already say the words before she could.

4. “Come ON!” – Dad

Just another thing my dad says when Bro and I are fighting (for real and not for real), usually out of frustration. After he says this we stop fighting, not because he told us to but because it just sounds so funny when he says it.

5.”Lotion for your hands?” – Mom, obviously

Coupled with mamá walking around, holding out the lotion bottle to our hands. Don’t know what else to say for this one it’s pretty self-explanatory.

6.  “I’ll make a comment later…” - Dad

This originates from this one time at Church and some person was wearing something ugly, or something like that, and my dad wanted to tell us about it but he couldn’t because we were in Church so he said, “I’ll make a comment later…” Ever since then, we’ve been using this phrase for things we’d want to say if the time and place were not good, not because it’s cool but because it was ridiculously funny when my dad said it.

7. “Don’t look at me!” “Stop talking to me!“ “Get away from me!” “Don’t touch me, yo!”- Me

8. “Discipline!” - Mom

Yes, my mom says this word in relation to everything! We get it, we need discipline.

9. “Exercise, exercise.” - Mom

Bro and I would see our mom doing some sort of exercising that looks like squats and we’d be like “What are you doing?” she’d say “exercise, exercise”. Or one time when we went tobogganing she came and she’d walk up and down the hill, we’d ask “What are you doing….” she’d say “Exercise, exercise”

Last example, she’d ask us to get her glasses upstairs, we’d say, “Nooo, why!?” and she’d say “it’s exercise, go exercise.” To my mom any basic common movements are considered exercise.

10. “Yo look! I have hair in my armpits! – Bro

This guy… He goes around showing off his non-existent hair. Sometimes I humour him and I look but honestly, it’s less than peach fuzz. Sometimes I see might one little tiny strand of hair, but I have a sneaking suspicion that he may have planted it there.

11. “Dad, the [insert household item] is broken; I swear it was like that before I touched it.” – All of us

Lately it’s been about the electronic things in the house. Last week it was the DVD player and the week before that it was the TV. But yeah, this happens quite a bit. He get’s cheesed with us but… whatevs. Thanks, though.

12. “Yo, I’m so muscular, look! And I’m taller than you,” – Bro

He does this walking around the house with his arms up flexing in muscle man fashion, occasionally always pausing in front of mirrors to look at himself. What a nerdface, bish please!

13. “Whatever, you’re still not stronger than me” - Me

This usually follows #12. Bro then responds as a typical Twilight tween, quoting Edward Cullen, “I’m strong enough to kill you!” So lame.

14. “A which one?” - Dad

What my dad says when he can’t understand what we’re saying. Example: Dad, have you seen the cord for my iPod, you know the white short one that’s usually by the computer? “Huh? A which one?” Trust he says this a lot.

15. Irritated Head Scratch - Mom

This is what my mom does when she’s irritated or about to get angry with one of us. It is a precursor to trouble. When we see this we shut our mouths and do as we’re told.

16. Tapping on Things - Dad

My dad does this so much that Bro and I have also taken up this tapping on something to bring attention to it,of course only as a joke because it’s pretty ridiculous. Usually it’s used to show us something new (Example: my dad showing us this food he made, taptaptaptaptap, “did you see this? Hmm?” taptaptaptap)

17. “Here’s a pillow for your head (or arm(s), or legs, or back, etc…)” - Mom

I swear she was meant to be a nurse. She always makes things more comfortable for us – and for guests that we have over, too. She puts pillows under our arms and necks, she puts blankets over us, she prepares our food and serves it to us, cleans up things so quick (it’s scary). This is just what she does. Now Bro has adopted these ways of hospitality and now he puts pillows under my elbow and puts blankets over me. Right now you might think to yourself, “Aww! How sweet!” But no! Like he would ever do that out of the goodness of his heart… bish please! He’s just mocking my mom and bothering me.

What I’m Thankful For (today, at least)

Not a good start to today. My alarm didn’t go off and I almost missed my weekly Kin test. Then I got the results back from that Kin test and I did bad… SO bad. On top of this, it’s raining very hard out here in Hamilton and it’s very cold and quite dark.

Now because of the rain, my hair got all flat and wet and ugly. And although it’s just washed and blow dried [!], my hair looks greasy. Great look. Anyways, all this kind of cheesed me at the beginning of today until I saw a post by my cousin on her blog about things to be grateful for.

On the train home from Hamilton (because I come home every weekend) I got to thinking about this. Instead of sitting here brooding about my greasy hair or my *ahem* failed test, I should be feeling grateful that I don’t have bigger problems in my life, seriously.

So as I’m still kind of angry about the morning, I look around the train; as if I’m going to see something here to cheer me up, bishh please right? But I do.

The first thing to be thankful for today: Thank God my hair isn’t as greasy as that person’s! And I’m pretty sure that it didn’t look like that as a result of the rain. Shallow, but it worked for me.

This got my mind racing, I wanted to think of more things to be thankful for and cheer me up.

Second: I’m having chicken wings tonight.

That did it. I was sufficiently cheered up! Turns out all I need a greasy person and chicken wings. Great. If it wasn’t for my cousin’s blog I would have been pretty pissed for the whole day because of that test. But now, I’m all good. Thanks Sun!

He IS Heavy and He Is My Brother

Last week my dad was away in Thunder Bay, ON visiting his sister with family. So for the week it was just the three of us at home and we’d end up sleeping downstairs or some other room in the house together. One night my mom and I were in my room and my mom asked me to ask Bro if he wanted to sleep with us. I was like “okay! cool.” So I went to his room and it all went down like this…

Me: Bro want to come sleep with me and mom??
Bro: K fine I’m coming.

Now in my room, settling in.

Me: Don’t touch me!
Bro: Yo get out of here!
Me: You’re too close, yo!
Bro: No I’m not!
Me: Honestlyyy! You’re doing it on purpose, you pendeja! (spanish, google it)
Bro: Oh my gosh no I’m not *pushes me off the bed*
Me: Telling mom, yo.

I get angry. Tell him to get out of here again so he leaves, but without breaking something– heediot.

This is how we are almost all the time. You should also see our msn conversations… Pure nonsense. Actually just right now he refused to give me a single little tiny bite of his patty so I proceeded to chase him around the house till I got a bite. Then he threw a piece of patty at my head which resulted in more chases around the house and thrown punches.

It’s a little funny how he is almost twice the size of me and probably stronger than me but he is still afraid of me and screams like a hysterical woman when I’m mad or threatening to “get him”. I never really do anything, but he still screams for mom. What a loser.

Seriously though, we fight, we argue, we piss each other off. But I don’t know, I guess the better times outweigh those time a heck of a lot more… I guess?

Honestly, my Bro and I are like the same person. We like the same music, we like the same sports, we have the same opinions on, like, everything. Maybe this is just because I’m his older sister and he kind of looks up to me and what I do.

Given the age gap between us (6 years), I’m a little surprised how well we get along. Whether we’re talking about sports, people at school, music, or our parents –especially our parents,– there are always laughs. My parents are another story, however. An entire blog could cover the things Bro and I talk about with our parents.Some of the best laughs come from talking about our parents and from mocking/imitating them, especially in front of them without them even realizing we’re doing it.

Some have even likened us to being “BFF’s” *shudder*. How lame. But as much as I hate to admit that lameness, we kind of are…. *sigh*. We go to each other when we’re pissed about something or if we’re excited about something and want to show it to one another.

Okay, I’m going to say something lame but we actually enjoy each others company. Ugh… I know, you’re probably thinking “loserr, bishh pleaseee!” No worries that’s all for the soft tings, for now.

Oh yeah, and I love my bro.

Ever see that person…

No offense intended to Conan O’Brien or the President of Finland Tarja Halonen. They are cool cats, no doubt! But sometimes when I’m out I see “these people”. They strike me as different (or strange?); I can’t peg them. Are they a man who just has really feminine features or are they a woman with really manly features?

It’s like sometimes I just think to myself, “wow, that is such a pretty man…” or “wow, what a handsome woman.” Strange, right.

Much to my juvenile enjoyment I stumbled across this. Check it if you want. I mean, I “LOL’d”. The simple fact that someone thought that this was important enough to start a blog about it… bish please?