IM BACK! MISS ME?!

A friend of mine made me feel so guilty for converting to facebook. So Im trying to awash my sense of guilt by attempting to blogg once again. Heres what I've done in the past 2 months: 1) Got employed at BP 2) Got in trouble from my Wrapzone boss for bad-behaviour. 3) In retaliation, I slapped him with my resignation letter. 4) Started dating again. 5) Oh yea somewhere in the middle of that two months, I got lazy and dropped my Psych course. 6) Stopped clubbing all together due to sheer exhaustion and my depleted bank account. 7) My weight has fluctuated due to the fact that my sister is currently employed at McDickies since she missed her in-service for lifeguarding. 8) Met random people thru facebook and such. 9) Hooked up with random people " " " .... regretting it =/ 10) .............. 10)

Its APRIL! HAPPY HAPPY BUNNY DAY!

Sometimes I want to run away.
Run away from this world,
Run away from this life,

Enclose myself in a box
Were the silence surrounds,
Enveloping the noise,
Were safety resides.

Sometimes I want to hide.
Hide from the evil I see,
the hurt that I feel,
the darkness inside me.

Sometimes I crave.
I crave the silence of the night,
the quietness of it all,
the lightness that I feel.

I want it.

okay so i've been experimenting on some new templates big deal! Does this one look okay at least? Me: I THINK IT LOOKS ADORABLE! what a cutie-patutie!

Okay Im better now. Im on this new Meds. and its keeping me calm so thats a good sign. I think Im highly neurotic.....and when Im overly-stressed, I seem to go crazy! I dropped my Psych class.....again. I feel like such a failure. I had two more weeks to go and i dropped it. why?! nothing is ever right anymore. Something has got to give......

im pulling an all nighter.......please kill me! when will I EVER LEARN??!! Procasinating will get you nowhere! NOWHERE! Hear that Gladys? THats your braincells crying for HELP. sLeEp DePrIvAtIoN will get you NOWHERE! DEar heavenly father, Please for the love of god let me stay awake till my paper is finish. Keep my eyelidS from drooping. COFFFFFEEEEEE! COFFFFFEEEEEEE!

My poor umbrella. It was faced with an unexpected, early demise yesterday aftenoon. A big gust of wind carried my darling umbrella from my caring hands and threw it on the wet pavement road where the neverending vehicles continuously run over my beloved friend. Poor baby. Fortunately, my saviour for the day was my handy-dandy, red, new umbrella that was in my bag. Now imagine if I never purchased the dang thing. What would have happened?

I came to work at exactly 8:30 this morning....only to find out three hours later that I was not scheduled to work the day-time shift.

Please put me out of my misery!

Last night I was working till 11 pm @ boston.

FACT: I hate all my boston co-workers. They all suffer from anal retention defecit......I dont think there's such a thing.

HIGHLIGHT: Pay day last night and Pay day today!

NEGATIVE: I have to go back to work tonight because my bastard of a boss wont cover for me.

STRESS FACTOR: My Psych Paper is due this Monday and I'm working all weekend....

CONCLUSION: I'm going to fail my class!

SOLUTION: Deny, deny, deny!

Dear Chris,

You are now officially twenty years old.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

How does it feel to be that old? Have you gain any maturity or insight to the meaning of life yet?

Gross! That sounds like a pompous thing a philosopher professor would ask, but really how does it feel like?

Did you at least celebrate your coming of age as an adult?

I bet since your from an asian family....you were given $$ as gifts =/

How about cake? I love cake......make sure you share some with me :p

I wouldnt mind the presents as well.

Sincerely, Your good friend,

Gladys Opeda


P.S. at least I remembered you birthday!

I saw Jacky at Chutney's in RC today. I looked at him, he looked at me and we both nodded our head. Me: Hello Jacky Jacky: Hi. =/ It was the most shortest conversation to be exchanged. Ever.

I saw Jacky at Chutney's in RC today. I looked at him, he looked at me and we both nodded our head. Me: Hello Jacky Jacky: Hi. =/ It was the most shortest conversation to be exchanged. Ever.

A Disaster!

Today was the most humiliating, most petrifying, most mortifying, most......horrible? day of my life! Did I say horrible?

They asked me to come into this little cubicle thingy and sit on top of the lil' table with an itchy covering while I was asked to spread my legs and take off my undies.

OMIGOD!

Im like NO! I am most certainly not going to do that.

The woman doctor reassured me that everything was standard procedure.....I believe every word that flew from her mouth, that is until she held this long, lethal tubey thingy.

I was like what is that?

Ms. Doc was like "oh an instrument that needs to be inserted in your you know what.....Im like WHAT?!

Nu-uh! No way.

The last time something that long and hideous was inserted in me....well lets just say it did'nt end well.

I made excuses to the Doc. about having to do something else and I booked it out of there.

Today's mission? Impossibly horrifying.

OoooooOOOOOOoooooooOOOOO! I SAW MY FIRST CHERRY BLOSSOMS TODAY! IM SO HAPPY I COULD BURST! WOW! WOWW! WOWWW! WOWWWWW! SPRING IS REALLY HERE! CAN YOU SAY "WOW.......WOWW........WOWWWWW!"

nothing interesting happened today...nothing at all. =/

OMIGOD...that could have been me!

I was driving on my way home from work on the dark, shrouded streets of Shell and Alderbridge, when the car in front of me all of a sudden swerved as he made a left turn; consequently, the vehicle side-swiped an oncoming car--this all happened in a matter of seconds. I felt kind of guilty for going my merry way and not caring to see if the passengers in both vehicles were dead or alive. Oh well...at least I should be grateful that wasnt me driving. Dont worry, I wasnt a total bitch. I did call 911 to inform the operator that there was an accident.

Dear God,

Thru devine intervention: You can assist me by making my days at work go lightning-fast instead of the snail-pace-crawl it is currently running. Spread your magic by helping me ace my psych exam by keeping my head on straight thru the hours of studying and the the amounts of coffee I indulge in. Sprinkle some Mr. Sandman dust while I attempt to get a full eight hours of sleep. Share some TLC to give me the courage to visit my gynecologist. .........To save face, and prevent further humiliation: Lend an ear when I pray to you, and god-willing you will answer my desperate prayers when I ask for a woman doctor instead of the oppossite sex. Yours contrite, sinner, ~G ann~

I hate you.

If I have anything better to say I'll type it down and let you know.

That way I can get crucified once again from my fun loving, narcissist, blogging buddies.

Good Day Losers.

I worked 8 hours straight today without taking a break. Kill me! Im getting pretty sick of bussing tables. Everytime I turn around there's an empty table waiting to be cleared and set. = / I hate my job. Hate it. Im getting pimples because of all that make up Im wearing and Im constantly running through my paychecks. In other news, all my fellow wrapzoners has decided to walk out of their job and I am officially announcing the start of the: FIASCO FIESTA!

omigod...omigod! I saw this thing and it was moving!

So last night I went to my first gay bar in show of support for one of my good friend.

=/ Kill me!

Its not that fun when your the only straight laddie in a club full of homosexuals whose hormones are raging for one another.

At least the whole night wasnt a waste.

I got a full frontal view of a male stripper dancing while taking a shower during the song,

"Hit me baby one more time!" played on.

I risk my life everytime I get into my sitster's car.

My question is how'd she ever aquire a license?

She gets behind the wheel and I instantly think she's one of those anti-social nutcases who doesnt give a crap to whomever she mows down.

Pray for me.....better yet pray that she never drives again.

Help!

Unforgivable! My dad ate all of my goldilock cake! PIG! Unbelievable. It was there this morning and this afternoon it disappeared. =/ pig.

Today, I stepped on the scale for the first time in one month. I thought I got over this obsessive compulsive need to weight myself...I guess not =/
I dont want to say how much weight I gained because in doing so, I would have to face my ultimate failure.

I have failed.

Im no longer stick-thin like my barbies =/ How very dissappointing (sigh!)
At least now my chest doesnt look as boring and my tushy....well now I have something to look at unlike before.

I love my new me, really I do.

Maybe tomorrow I'll see something different to hate.

Like maybe my cellulite or how my tummy likes to do the, "rolling-dance" you know like the 70's show where they dance on roller-blades and do the wave?

Nevermind.

I'm going to have to remove that idiotic scale from my bathroom because I keep thinking that its beckoning me to weight myself--as if its my mate or something.

I'm not crazy.

I use to think that girl in the mirror was me. The easy smile, the constant laughter, her vivacious personality, I use to know that girl, use to be so in tuned with her, use to identify with her, use to love her, use to respect her.

Today, I stand in front of that very same mirror--I wonder who that girl is, the one with the soulless eyes, the one who attempts to smile but doesn't really quite succeed--she laughs on cue, and acts like the social butterfly she was cast as--on the front everything seems to be okay.

One day she decides to end it all.

I watch her shatter the mirror wall--with one hand she pick up a sharp, jagged piece, and with one swipe she ends her pain. Ends the lies.

There she lies motionless, lifeless, on the brink of death, silently crying for help--

I watch her slowly go to pieces.

Dear Me,

If I analyze it too closely, I know I will crack; hence as a defense mechanism I will hide behind my rose-tinted shades and refuse to accept the unacceptable—that is until now.

This only happens once a year and I think it only happens when I’m most vulnerable. I try not to think or talk about it—or in any case, avoid the topic as much as possible. Many times I’ve broached this subject with light-heartedness when friends asks, but I now know that was a front to disguise the truth, the pain, the betrayal, and love.

The saying goes that children are the production of parents—biologically yes, but the cognitive and behavioral part I’m not so inclined to agree.

My fear: becoming the replica of my parents.

I don’t ever want to turn out like my parents: self absorbed, dysfunctional, callous, vindictive, and conniving—I could go on and on until I produce a long list of their flaws, but who am I to judge right? I mean, yes they provided the necessities that I needed as a person, but on the grand parent scale, they didn’t really provide the emotional stability that all children crave for, and for this, I cant wholly forgive them.

As I watch them from afar I notice the hidden flaws in them that mirrors mine.
As much as I want to distance myself from my parents—as much as I tell myself that what they do wont impact me in anyway—I’m wrong because their actions defines who I am today. You see, I am very much the production of my parents, flawed inside as well as outside. Simply put: we’re destined to be dammed no matter what, the choices that shape our way of thinking shall and will test our ability to identify with ourselves and others.

What a ball!!!!

Okay, so yesterday was my first job. I didnt really give the best impression. I was 5 minutes late! At least I was dressed appropriately....I think, until my sister had the gall to criticize me about my outfit, "Is that what your wearing?" she asked, "Your falling out of your top." Thank you so much my sister dearest for your love and support... thank you & and Fuck you. Wow now I feel better. Aside from the fact that my shoe gear about killed me last night, and my top kept sliding from my upper body, the night went and ended well. I hate Boston Pizza! Hate it with a passion that Im pretty sure will turn into love....god-willing =/ They suck at training trainees. First thing that I got to do was seat the customers. Im like, "Huh? Where? You mean the bathroom right because thats the extent of my knowledgable abilities." I dont even know the freaking floor plan and you expect me to seat them. Sheeze Louise! And the Boston gals? Well, half of them looks like they have constant constipation by the sour looks Im getting, and the other half should really lay off those ADD pills.....wow do they really work. And the Boston guys? Their hot, but thats all they are. Kind of like your typical dumb blond, except with a dick. =p

I start my first day at work tomorrow! Wish me luck! Im excited, excited, excited. I bought a whole new wardrobe just for this job :s Oh have you noticed that it started snowing today........once again? I just love snow!

have you seen boston pizza's menu? Im suppose to memorize those? your crazy right? OMIGOD! MUMMY HELP ME! I can do this, I can do this, I can do this! I have school, I have two jobs .....i have .... i have....nothing! My life as of Thursday = NOTHING.....NO SOCIAL LIFE....NO FUN....NADA! KILL ME!

I just got back from the movies. "Number 23" is fucking awsome...... a movie that wraps around itself.....very good. This movie sort of reminds me of Jim Carey's other movie from "Eternal Sunshine of a Spotles Mind" Both movies have a voice-over to narrate the movie. WATCH IT! Highly recommended.

The dance-fuck

All that sweaty bodies gyrating on the dance-floor is like having an orgy fest. Fun in the beginning, but it can get tediously boring afterwards. Clubbing is not for the novice. If your a true party animal then get your ass into the pasture cuz baby thats were you belong. If you move and smell like a barnyard animal, then clubbing is deffinitely for you! MOOOOOOOOO!

Where's My fucking Tynenol 3?

WTF?! How am I suppose to know where your fucking tynenol 3 is? You stupid fuckhead stop popping pills already! Its always the sibling's fault when something goes wrong. Hate her.

Where's my daughter?

My dad has been noticing that I've been coming home later and later than before. His been contemplating about inserting an electronic tracking device into me ...like an APV monitor. :p lol. Can you imagine? Maybe I should have a walkie talkie glued to my hips and a dog leash attach around my neck, that way my dad's anxiety would alleviated and my life...well what life? Im nineteen and Im still living with my parent. I truly feel like a grown-up now. Bite me!

I was baptist as a Catholic...grew up in a christian church...and now...what am I...a non-beliver....the faithless one?

Everywhere I turn, I keep hearing about how god has made an impact on their lives. Billboard signs on church post Building a Relationship with God or He is with you every step of the way. I just dont understand. How do you build a relationship with a mythical figure if you dont know the real thing exist? What happens if you just dont believe in him?

Will I go straight to hell? When I die, will my soul be sent to purgatory? Will I perish for the sins that I commited? What if the rest of the non-belivers want to have an eternal life?

Tell me. What's the secret?

Close friends of mine has invited me countless times to church. I say yes....I attend...Im there in body but not in mind. No matter how I wrap my head around this issue I can never find an answer. Maybe I'm just programmed differently. Maybe the fact that I was force to go to church at such a young age made a bigger impact on me than I thought to believe.

Maybe I should just simmer down and not think about this so damm much.

The grand plan!

I woke up at excactly 9 this morning =/ NOT COOL! I was suppose to be at work at that hour. Im really having a hard time not being resentful over the fact that Im still getting paid minimum wage :s Actually, Im quite ashamed of even admitting that sad fact. Usually when my friends ask how much I make....I usually answer, "Oh this and that...you know...." I MUST QUIT! So this is the plan: I plan to send my resume to EARLS/BOSTON PIZZA/ & WHITE SPOT. I have people recommending me to apply there so maybe that will help. I hope the fact that Im asain, short, and dark will be overlooked. I also hope to look ultra hot when I go there. Who knows maybe my flirtatious ways may will them to hire me. Maybe by putting MANAGER OF WRAPZONE in bold prints, I can score a few points in the "lets hire gladys scale" (cross my fingers) Wish me luck boys and girls!

How Intoxicating.

I love stepping into Canadian Tires on a rainy tuesday. There's this distinctive scent that is highly intoxicating...its like "love is in the air" but in this case I think its just all those newly oiled tools/tires and other macho things that's exuding that particular scent. I dont know if its just me or whatever I am on, but seriously I love, love that smell. Once you step inside, the endless network of nerves that has been fried due to a long day at work has been instantaniously been revived and your shipped to Nirvana. Funny thing is I get the same high just getting a lung-full of truck-exhaust fumes into my system. Quite peculiar if you ask me. It might just be second best to sex or even better. Good for the soul.

Wow!

I cant believe I got 80% on my psych paper. For a slacker who hardly attends Psych lectures, this is extremely grattifying to recieve such top scores! :s not! (lol) But seriously it is pretty weird recieving such grades knowing that I was stressing over the bloody paper just last week.

I finished my psych exam just now and it was great...just great! :p I like how your on a high when you know all the answers to an exam. Its like cheating but not really...I guess studying ahead of time is worthwhle in the end. I LIKE!

this is my third post in two days....what does that say about myself?

Its a beautiful day outside......didnt you see? The glorious sun is out and I.....well Im stuck at home trying to cram for an exam. Sad I know, but completely true. Im really getting into this Psych Fest now that its my second time around taking this class = / A couple more classes and Im pretty sure I'll be able to analyze each and everyone of my friends just to see what makes them think. What glee! Last night I went skateboarding with Leo for the last time before he leaves to go to Italy. I fell on my ass, scraped my knees, cut my palms, and bruised my elbows a couple of times. By the end of the night I was sweaty, dirty and a mess. Yesterday provided a sense of closure for me. A chapter in my life has finished and a new one has just begun. Im excited beyond belief. I can finally breath again. Exhale and Inhale. Its not over.

We have decide to remain close friends and K.I.T. thru msn. Im happy for him and Im happy for me. We've joked around the "friends" thing ...... its more like "friends with benefits" kind of thing. Im not sure what to do about that. I've done crazier things so we will have to see if ~ G ann decides to make the right decision or the wrong one....once again.

Maybe Im delusional but Im starting to feel whole again.

The Story.

This is what happened. I took his hand as he led me to his lair…the entrance to his bedroom--dark, foreign, highly erotic: the bedlam of Hades. He in this case was not my boyfriend; therefore, that makes me a slut, a cheater, a bitch and a coward for doing such a demoralizing, irrational act. What was stupid was that my actions was not based on lust—no, just plain stupidity. It was my unfortunate luck to get caught in mid-act; henceforth, I really shouldn’t be whining about the predicament that I am in. So that’s it. The rest is history, or more like my former relationship is history. What was ironic about that particular Monday morning was that I specifically booked a day-off so that I could spend quality time with this former boy-toy, but at the end of the day, my disloyal actions resulted in terminating my relationship….and this fact just continually drives me up the wall. So yeah this is what happened…nothing exciting…nothing to get your panty in a knot—the Chaos Theory: just a bunch of misguided, sinful, immoral actions on my part.

RE: To whom it may concern

Honestly, I dont understand what a blogger stands for, maybe except to give a little TLC to your ego and perhaps get a knee-jerking, teeth-gashing criticism about what you right about. Personally, blogging is just another way for me to waste time when insomnia hits at an unforgiving hour of the day...such as now.

Really, blogging is all quite stupid in a self-absorbing, self-depricating, (is that a word? oh well it sounds good doesnt it?) "Im more important than you" kind of way. Instead, what we should be doing is protesting about how GLOBAL WARMING will be the end of all humanity as oppose to sitting on our lazy behind (like what Im doing right now) gradually vegetating.

I guess the losers who are right now reading this current blog should be for-warned about their untimely demise if they dont stop blogging as of right now. IT IS HIGHLY ADDICTING AND IS THE RESULTING FACTOR OF YOU BEING TYPE-CAST AS A SOCIAL OUTCAST. Hence, please stop all this nonesense with living your life through the Net.

Sincerely, your highly nuerotic, uberly concerned citizent of Canada,
~ G ann ~

10 things to do before I die

1) Begin to smoke....and try not to cough. 2) Simmer down. (thank you Chris) 3) Dont have sex until after the third night. 4) This should have come before #3 but oh well. Get to know the person before getting intimate :p 5) Experiment with death. 6) Attending church more often. 7) Become less impulsive. 8) Be more healthy. 9) Respect myself more. 10) Try to get drunk without streaking the second time around.

Rush of emotions

I just heard back from him. His going back to Italy. It feels like I'm losing him all over again, and again, and again. I was slowly getting over him, slowly getting better, but this, this is a whole different matter. Dammit. dammit dammit!

Almost there.

Im slowly recupperating. About two more days and Im home free.
I've just recieved a dinner invitation from one of my daily patron. He's not a foreigner unfortunately, but I'll take what I can get :p As long as the invites keep on coming my heart will surely renew its armor. The night is young and the fishes are endless :D

With love ~ G ann ~

3 Days Grace

Good news everyone:

Valentines Day Sucks! Most of all, I hate using the dreaded word hate. Im hoping this is just a phase Im going through. A Three days grace kind of thing.

I'll be more put together at the end of this week. I think a plausible solution to my problem is to fuck another foreigner....sort of like a rebound boy-toy. Instant gratification has its advantages after all.

Its over.

It lasted over two months. Wasted tears are for losers so Im going to eventually resign from the whole crying business. I hate how my eyelids go all puffy the next morning and the amount of toilet paper I waste. I hate how I constantly glance at my cellphone to see if he called me. I hate how I keep thinking about him every second of every minute of every hour of everyday. I hate listening to heroine-addicting music everynight just so that I can sleep. I hate it. I hate it all. Everyone at work wants to know what happened. It's no one's fucking business. So stop with all the fucking, idiotic questions, and all the other bullshit. Tomorrow is another day. Another smile to paste on. Another day to live through. Starting yesterday, my life as a celibate woman has just begun. Thank you Jesus.

Ahem! What is this "GUILD WARS" did I get the name right at least? Dude I've never heard of this thingy before.... Clue me in wont yo please?

"Can I speak to your manager please?"

Okay so this afternoon I recieve a phone call at work from this wierd indo-canadian lady (no racial insinuations involved....really) asking for the manager. I tell her she is speaking to one. This stranger starts a manic complaint about how her son has been given too many hours of work; hence has less time concentrating on his studies for school. She goes on to reiterate the importance of school and getting a degree, and then requested if I could cut back Mr. X's hours since I am now the manager.....In response, I say, "mmmm...." just for the sake of filling in the awkward silence, I'm guessing this crazed lady took it as a promise that I shall graciously comply to what she asked. At the end of this totally bizzarre conversation, she abruptly informs me that she is the mother of my co-worker. FYI this particular co-worker of mine is 19 yrs old, and is at a legal age to do whatever he chooses with his life. WTF? In retalliation, I informed this particular co-worker of mine to give him heads-up on what his mother has been doing behind his back. (.....yes this gentleman has no idea what a psycho BITCH his mom really is). A couple minutes after I ended my convo. with Mr. X I receive a phone call from the enraged mother demanding why I told her son about our recent conversation. (are you following? If not good because I am as confuse as you are). HELLO?! First of all you did not tell me to keep our conversation confidential, and secondly where the fuck is your bedside manners lady? Furthermore she had the gall to critizice me about my managing skills and simultaneously make me deaf on both ears. Fucking Unbelievable!

I am thinking of chucking my pair of running shoes. They stink and they have ugly holes on them. I hate walking in the rain with them for they have the tendency to completely drench my socks. I hate my shoes. Hate is a strong word, maybe I semi-hate my shoes. Solution? BATHE THEM IN HYDROCHLORIC SOLUTION. THEN BLEACH THEM....DISSECT THEM....AND HANG THEM TO DRY. I love my shoes. I cant throw them away. I love how they stink my feet and make this squishy sound everytime I walk on them in the rain. :S

okay dude what the hell? I know i have the tendency to forget things but in this case, this has gone beyond the issue of forgetfullness :s i just happened to log on to my library account and "hey-duh-ho" I HAVE OVER 30....something dollars in fine! WHAT THE FUCK?! ok so i may have forgotten to return those 7 CDs that were due 7 days ago, but what the heck? I mean .... they didnt have to be so ubberly eager to charge me that much! To make matters worse the librarian accountant charges you like $1 something everyday you dont return your borrowed items. So if I computed the numbers correctly, $7 x 7 cds = $34.ooo? yea something like that :s THIS IS SO NOT MY FAULT! WTF......WTF!

I went to the aquarium this sunday with leo. :s WHAT HAPPENED TO THE SMALLEST MONKEY IN THE WORLD?

WHERE DID IT GO?

ITS NO LONGER IN THE EXHIBIT :s I think i'll go kill myself now.

who ate the bloody monkey? was it you?

WTF?!

I am now computer litterate. I successfully intalled my new samsung printer unto my notebook :p HOORAY! See I knew I had hidden talents somewhere.

Unto more important issues: I have an upcoming Psch Midterm this Monday that requires me to study long hours. = / Can someone say: COFFEE FEST? (yea.......caffeine will be my daily dosage for these upcoming days of mine......how many calories is that?)

Note to self: I must get over this obsessive need to blow my salary away every chance I get.

Today I spent over 2 hundred $. Fucking unbelievalbe! Look it wasnt my fault that I had to buy a new cell phone ok? It just happened that I accidently poured scalding-hot water on my fido cell. = / Bad! Ummmm very bad! It was stupid of me to have poured hot water so close to my cell-phone. It was also stupid of me to not have seen it coming. Stupid...Stupid! I thought that the poor thing would live.....unfortunately I was wrong......so now my fido which had countless amounts of important phone #s stored in my phone has now been annihilated due to the copious amounts of hot water it bathed in.

Hence, due to my ongoing stupidity these days I have spent my whole pay-check on a new cell....a bikini top......wait make that two bikini tops.........and these cute shoes I bought at payless......i know why of all places "PAYLESS?" ....... well that's another stoy for another time.

Right now I would very much like to get some shut-eye for I have to be up and about in 5 hours time......... so GOOD NIGHT........or in this case..........GOOD DAY!

WHY IS EVERYONE PICKING ON ME ? =/ EVERYONE'S SO MEAN......IM SUCH A NICE PERSON / FRIEND AND ALL EVERYONE DOES IS MAKE FUN OF HOW I WRITE OR IN THIS CASE SPELL. YES ... YES I KNOW MY SPELLING IS HIDEOUS AND I HAVE THIS OBSESSIVE COMPULSIVE NEED TO USE CAPPS IN MY BLOGGS, BUT WHO CARES? ......AND WHY ARE YOU READING THIS BY THE WAY? DO YOU HAVE NO LIFE OR SOMETHING?....YOUR EITHER ON THE COMPUTER READING OTHER PEOPLES BLOGGS OR JACKING OFF (lol)........LETS JUST SAY THAT THE INVENTION OF THE INTERNET HAS RUINED YOUR POTENTIAL OF HAVING A SOCIAL LIFE. AND YES....FYI I AM QUITE AWARE THAT MY GRAMMER HAS FAULTS....AND IF YOU DARE EDIT THIS RECENT BLOGG OF MINE FOR GRAMMATICAL & SPELLING ERRORS, YOU HAVE JUST PROVEN MY POINT OF WHY YOU ARE SUCH A LOSER! THANK YOU FOR TAKING YOUR TIME AND EFFORT IN READING MY RANT (i know how bad for the eyes CAPPS really are, but really dont take this too personally....this is a sign of how much I despise you all). SINCERELY, YOUR DEAR FRIEND AND SOCIAL NEMESSIS GLADYS OPEDA = )

A PAT ON THE BACK!

I am proud to say that I have'nt been on msn for a week now. 1 week! WOW! quite an accomplishment.....to bad I went online tonight...lol :D

FACEBOOK? what is that? is it like a book with your face on it....like WALLMART selling walls kind of thing? I DONT GET IT! no one tells me anything! (shut up gladys! stop whinning for the love of god!) lol... FYI I have a facebook....well techniquely I have a semi-facebook........i dont know how to use it :s Geeze dont blow faucet now.......I never said I was computer literate :P

My hypothesis

Am I the only one who is totally perplexed as to why guys like to wear baggy pants? Well, heres my hypothesis: I think they have something to hide. You know.........like their lil' Willy perhaps? Yes, yes I know Gladys is very sick-minded, but honestly, I think this is the real reason behind this. To bad we dont live in the seventies or eighties anymore, that way all the girls can have the time of their life checking out the guyz booties :p ENOUGH WITH THE BAGGY PANTS I SAY & IN COMES THE BUTT HUGGERS! Sincerely Your Highly Inquisitive Friend, Gladys

DEAR JACKASS!

when i got THIS job @ WRAPZONE, I did not sign up to be your fucking secretary, housecleaner or MANAGER! Godammit! this is just to much stress for one chica to handle! (be aware, I maybe breaking out! Proactive?) NOW you tell me Im responsible for doing the schedule? Nu uh bucko........no sireee! No way am I gonna go near a bloody spreadshit and start typing away. I can't; even connect my bloody internet to my fucking computer, let along use a microsoft excel! (thank you crissy for helping me out by the way!) I may have to go all *white* in this case--if worse comes to worse... EARLS might hire me....hmm wont kill me to consider that option though. Oh yea did I forgot to tell you that I am broke--as in $50 something dollars broke....shit! Where did all my money go?

Note to self: MUST STOP SHOPPING! (burns a hole through your pocket!)

A V.I.P. RANT

I thought the library was suppose to be a quite place--a place to let your thoughts run amok without being disrupted by the noise pollution that surrounds us everyday. If so, then why the fuck is that mofo. lady whose fat ass is parked in front of the computer table flapping her ducky mouth? Stupid fucker-- Ya'll Shut up! I can't hear myself think!

Without scruples

You with your ugly white socks peeking through,
you who sits right across from me,
you smile rather obnoxiously,
gawking and staring
like a serpent on land,
crawling and leering with
your geeky glasses askew,
You are not cool and supreme,
just because you have your blackberry in one hand,
and a PSP in the other,
do not think that you are socially acceptable,
for you are not.

Do not look at me--
those condescending eyes--
the foul game we play,
pointing and accusing,
the silent cries unheard,
dirt that spewing
from those unflappable lips,
we
shall speak the truth.

Tis not the blame game.

~go~

Look at me

I do not wish to be a pawn in this lifetime--to be moved around for the sake of the game,
Like a centerpiece that is overlooked, I am only for show.
Not the pretty one, not the ugly one--I just cease to be.
I ask only that you permit me to live as I wish, and perhaps be respected and not judged.
I am not perfect. I am only a human--mortal beings who whether it be by choice or faith, shall perish in the end.

LYSOL?

She was a no show last night. How very disappointing. Oh well at least I had Annie to hit on :p Lysol.......what to say about her........I wanted a reconciliation with her in order to put our differences aside and renew our friendship or what was left of it. I dont think I'll think too much on the subject because it will only give me a headache. At least our get together was fun, it reminded me of the fun we had in highschool--the closeness of friends--the witty banter--inside jokes--the closeness of it all. I miss that.

Our first real conversation--deep and soulful--sincere from the heart. I can come to terms now with my past actions. I won't go to confession this coming week. I feel like I cannot stand before the man of cloth and be condemmed for what I have done--I have commited no sin--this I know. I will be content as to where things stand, and for now I will accept what I have done and in doing so forgive myself in the process.

I was riding the transit bus today on my way to work. I thought I smelled fire, but it was only the lady sitting beside me, I believe she passed gas. =/

Cherish :)

I was given a sacred gift today by a precious friend: a cross blessed by the Pope. I wore it around my neck this afternoon, but I had to take it off. Right now I feel as if I'm not worthy enough to wear something so precious, but I will store this precious gift somewhere safe. I am touched that this special friend of mine believes that I am worth the effort of saving. At the moment I'm not happy with myself. Part of my self respect has been destroyed. I have somehow lost my way this couple of years, lost the anchor of my true being, a fraction of my identity has been fractured--I do not know how to get it back, if ever. I envy this friend of mine, I envy her moral beliefs, her religious ways and moral ethics, she remains true to herself and this is what I envy the most. I want to believe that I am worth the effort of saving, but right now I'm not so sure.

Worn out, the shelling on the floor, cracked, used shattered to million pieces. Tiny hands, unable to reconstruct the damage's done, torn and worn down. Pain, pain unable to comprehend,

I was untouched two days ago and now things are different.

THERE IS A WICKED WIND OUTSIDE......RUN AWAY!

Your not a mother!

This has been the second time in one month that it has happened. Gladys to the rescue! My goodness, how can you call yourself a mother if you happen to loose your child in the library. This should be illegalized/banned.......someone call social services for this sorry excuse of a mother. Twice that this has happened, not that it isn't grattifying to help a helpless child and all, but seriously, take better care of your kids or stop copulating!

I'm on a strict diet: it consists of no carbs, lots of fiber, and ........... it seems to work except I keep passing out.

dumm....that was DUM!

"THANK YOU FOR USING FIDO!" yea right, NOT! Seven minutes....that cost me seven minutes and something seconds...the operator was dumm/stupid/and idiotic! I felt like I was talking to a retarted person or something, but what do you expect from a voice messaging service? Crap that's what.

On a positive note, I ran into Lysol at the mall...... she saw me in my ugliest, most comfy outfit ever: My Beloved PJs. To compensate for my sorry excuse of an attire, I gave her a heartstopping smile, and a bone-jarring hug. I wished her a fucking b-lated new years; and,well that was that.

:D <3333333333

wow i had fun today!!

Do I wear jeans or do I wear sweats? Take a bath or don't? Straighten my hair or let it be kinky. Huh...I guess this calls for a dilemma. I wish I knew what goes on in a guys head then I wouldn't ba as self conscious in my appearance.....god should I wear makeup? All those magazines that says: girls are more perceptive in the way a guy think is a total bull.

OKay here is what i'm going to do: nothing. :)

wow i had like a super new years eve! i mean like how fun was that! lets see, i spent all freaking evening with my family doing god knows nothing and drinking orange juice for god sakes! JESUS! even a low-life would have had a better new years than me! Furthermore, i got called a, "BITCH' over msn by some scum in the name of chris and for what? well lets see, somehow he found out that there was a party at hilliers and that i was invited....since i felt so guilty leaving my so called *friend(s) behind (ahem!) i decided to not atttend. Next thing i know, the little backstabbing midget goes off without me! BLOoDY-BaLL-SuCKiNG SoN OF A BITCH OF A BASTARD! lol ...... oooh boy look at me rant.....whatever so our next get together (and yes it is all planned out.....thanks to arman and annies grey matter) is on Tuesday.....lets it go without a hitch baby!