Beauty and The Geek

Lately, I've been watching this show called Beauty and The Geek. It's a "social experiment" (as they described) by pairing 7 beautiful academically challenged women with 7 socially challenged men (their words, not mine, but I didn't want to be politically incorrect... especially about the "beauties") with a chance to win a quarter of a million dollars.

It is what it says... and it ain't all that bad.

Right now, there are two couples left: Chuck and Caitilin (not KATE-lin... it's KITE-lin) and Richard and Mindi. I'm seriously pulling for Richard... just because I like to root for the underdog. Richard is the stereotypical geek, but a little bit pyscho towards Med School Chuck. I laughed when he said, "If I ever encounter a mountain lion, I'll feed it Chuck... and then cower." Richard is too funny and I hope he wins.

Anyway... I'm happy for once.

I get a voice mail from my friend/fellow bridesmaid, Quidsia. She found a date for me... even though I have no idea on what he looks like or anything.

Here's what I know about him:

• Originally from Bulgaria and lived in South Carolina.
• Goes to UTA with April (the bride-to-be) and Quidsia.
• About 6'1"
• Brown hair and blue eyes
• Not too slim, not too bulky.
• Cute
• Nice, but can get an attitude.

I called him up. He has a nice voice. Hopefully we can do something tomorrow.

That's about it. I need to get ready to go to a visitation for one of my family's friends.

Ciao.

Out Grown

So... I'm sitting at my computer at 9 AM when I know damn well I should be sleeping because I had a total of 4 hours of sleep last night/this morning. Thoughts run through my head as they always do.

I think I'm growing weary of some people. I don't know why, but I am. This goes out to certain people whether they know it's them or not.

I hate the fact that I go out of my way to answer your questions and you just shoot down every suggestion I make. Granted, it's your right to choose, but at least listen before you say no. I'm only trying to help because you asked me to.

Please don't ask me what something means. I have no idea and I'm just telling you what you want to hear because I know if I tell the truth, you won't listen.

If you say you're going to try something, don't be a bitch and chicken out. This is really getting old and I'm bored of it. If you don't follow through, I'm more likely not to invite you out anywhere and you can be bored at home for all I care.

Beer and Jager must be served cold. Beer is gross when warm and you DO NOT sip Jager. Both are just plain faux pas.

Anyway... I guess I must be going now. I feel better already.

[EDIT]

I finally got my "baby" back. My "baby" is my Lexus. BEJEEZUS!! 672 just to fix her. Yeah, I knowI've probably been ripped off (even my dad said and he's a really good mechanic... just don't have time to fix it), but I got my baby girl back, yes I did.

What really sucks is... gas prices. The Lexus only like preminum gas. BEJEEZUS!!

Oh yeah... went to see Hazel today. She's freakin awesome!! I gave her some pizza and her early birthday present. See the last post on what it looks like. Sorry we couldn't hang out more!! We'll go to the Milan sometime. I PROMISE!!

Anyways... gonna go now.

Ciao.

Love the Weekend

*Disclaimer* This is an uber long post due to photos.

Anyway... so, I went out with a couple of people last night. It was Fay (my new friend from Cali), Elaine (rolls eyes), Kenny (oh yay!!), and Derek (you late bastard). Yeah... I couldn't talk her out of it... I even tried to give an ultimatum about looking hot. Yeah... that didn't happen.

Dinner was fine, blah blah blah.

Library was fine, blah blah blah.

Oh, but I did run into this guy named Rene. He used to work at the UTA library (yes... an actual library, not the bar) and now works at the public library.


Rene, Fay, Elaine and Me


Me and Derek.


Kenny (Elaine's ex-crush/My ex-boyfriend) and Elaine. I bet she's going to ask me if Kenny's arm around her means anything.


Fay and Me. I really like her.


Me and Elaine... we only look happy.

We were about to go to Pete's. Yeah... that didn't happen.

But... we did get to go to a burlesque show.


That's fucking hot, I tell you what.

Derek *finally* got his gift from me that I got from the Philippines.


He just looked scared... he really liked it.


He knows I really like it. LOL.


Even the plastic gator from Razoos even liked it.

Then we just goofed around in between the shows.


Westside BITCHES!!


Even though we broke up, we're just kissin buddies.


Me and my yamuka.


Derek's yamuka.


Derek's silly monkey face.


Kenny's Gangsta Bitch Monkey.


We're such dancing fools.


Yeah... my skirt is really short.


I practically look naked. Hee hee.


Okay... I totally gave Elaine a chance not to be a lame little bitch by asking one of the dancers if they could take a pic with us. She's still lame, but I got a pic with a hot chick.


We found out the Razzoo's gator is bi. He likes his new home. LOL.


Last Call bitches!! I only look happy being next to Elaine.

Anyway... so yeah. That's my weekend.

Most. Random. Post. Ever.

So... it's about 6 or 7 in the morning (depending on what time I get this post done) and I'm just being random.

For one thing, I miss my Uggs. Yes, I said Uggs... as in, Ugg boots. If you don't know what those are, you've been living under a rock, my ex-friend. LOL. Just kidding. I still have them (for 150 bucks, I better still have them), but just can't wear them right now. It's summer, for chrissakes. Those are the most comfy boots ever. I might wear them with a skirt... yeah, I'll do that.

Oh yeah... I got hit in the nose last night. No... it's not deformed or anything. And it's partially my fault (or so I think... I don't know). Anyway... so I was at On The Border for my friend's birthday and one of her friends kept tapping me on the shoulder. I done told him if he did that one more time, I would kick his ass. And you know what? He did. So I came up behind him and pinch and twisted (if this was ever done to you, you know it hurts like a bitch). And he was turning around and elbowed me in the nose. God, that hurt like a mofo. He gave me a hug afterwards. Awwww.

Going out with peeps this weekend. Derek's coming into town and bringing Shannon along. You know what that means. LOL. I'm taking out this girl who's brand spankin new to the area. This should be fun... until I find out my cousin is in town.

Yeah, I know it's not so bad, but have you met my cousin? I'm kinda mad at her right now (and she's kinda boring since... forever); so I've been trying to sway her not to go. I know, it's kinda mean but I don't want to babysit the whole night. I don't want to drive all the way out to Benbrook when I have to be in Saginaw. I mean, have you seen gas prices lately... and how far I would have to drive from Saginaw to Benbrook. Yeah... you get the picture.

Anyway, I told her she could either drive herself (which I know she hates) or find a ride (which she hates more). I think she's gonna ask her ex-crush/my ex-boyfriend (it's a long story for another time), Kenny, to come with. Kenny's not all that bad to hang out with... plus, he turned 21 this year; so it's all good.

But still, having this cousin hanging out could ruin things. I love her half to death, but I'm scared she's going to bore me to death.

I guess that's why alcohol was invented... to have fun in the most boring situations. Then again... so was Pete's Piano Bar.

Okay... maybe it won't be so bad after all... just as long as I have a beer/vodka tonic/some alcoholic drink in my hand.

I guess that's it. Gonna go night-night.

Ciao.

So so weekend.

This weekend has been very surprising to say the least.

First, unless you have been living under a rock, then you know that all 8 priests that have been accused of sexual misconduct with minors have been revealed in a statement by Bishop Delaney of the Diocese of Fort Worth.

I never realized how much it would hit home with me...

One of the priests was a teacher of mine back in middle school. He taught us Latin, French and Spanish all in one year.

He never really did anything to us. Okay... maybe he threw an eraser at Christy Paul and yelled at us because of Zach Burch's goofiness, but that was it.

Anyway... enough of the seriousness....

So I went to this birthday party in some hole in the wall bar. I thought it was going to be boring... boy was I wrong.

I met this girl (my uncle's cousin) and she just moved here from L.A. My uncle designated me as "tour guide" for her. She's pretty awesome though. She's 34 (she doesn't look it) and married with kids (they're moving here at the end of the month). I think she and I are going to be the best of friends...

Saw a girl (and others) I haven't seen in forever. She had the nerve to ask me if I was pregnant. Okay... not saying I'm skinny, fat or anything, but the top I was wearing gave me no form. You can ask my new friend AND my mom. But seriously, she needs to check herself before making such accusations. This girl in no way, shape or form, would be attractive to me if I was a guy. She was HUGE and all these rolls were spilling out. And her boobs... let's put it this way... if you met me in person, you already know Ds are way too big for my stature (we're both 5 feet tall). Just imagine them twice that size. So... yeah. Kinda pissed.

As for the others I saw... there is one reason I don't go to this certain bar unless dragged by my parents and/or their barkada (friends). I don't like them because they don't like me... they think I'm a snob because I don't hang out with them. Oh well... sorry for knowing better places to hang out.

Yesterday, went to Todai with the fam for some sushi. I learned to loooooooooove me some sushi... and tempura. LOL.

And mom spoils me. She was just getting shoes for herself, then notices it's 10 dollars off for every 2 pairs of shoes. So... I get a pair too. LOL.

Anyway... I guess that's it.

Enjoy.

Oh yeah... this is pretty funny but very VERY informative. <--- From Dan Renzi's blog.

Picture Post to the Fun Weekend post...

Yeah... I know, this was 2 weeks in the making, but I'm finally putting up pics for the fun weekend I had 2 weekends ago.

Enjoy!


Ryan wasn't too happy I was taking a pic of him during dinner... you can't hide behind straws!!


Derek... Shannon does NOT smell bad...


We were straight in this picture...


This is Andy, Brandon and Ryan. This is the first and last pic you'll see of them here.


Okay... I lied. This is Hot Ryan... they totally caught me off guard.


You can't see it, but Derek's grabbing my boob.


It says:

Janie and Shannon: 2 hot lezzys 2 year anniversary!! Play "Whole Lotta Love" by Led Zepplin

Sadly we never got on stage.


I love Derek... and tequila shots.


After this pic was taken, the rest was history.

My Sleepless Monday

Mood: Exhausted
Currently Watching: Single White Female (damn you, Jennifer Jason Leigh!!)

So... I didn't get any sleep the night before and basically was running on the caramel macchiato (or the Uszh as Rich lovingly wrote on my cup) I had at 5:30 am after I dropped my mom off at work.

Ran some boring errands. Prayed to God that B-man wouldn't call (and he didn't, which was good). Drank a lot of caffine and headed to the Parks mall to waste some time before picking up my mom.

I never realized how much I missed the Parks until I stepped in. Needless to say, it was weird not having a Sephora there. :-(

Anyway... not paying attention, I walked into Fredericks of Hollywood and discovered A SALE!! That's right, folks. Fredericks was having a sale. Unfortunately, having no cash at all, I had to wait until I picked up mom.

Fast forward an hour and a trip to North East Mall (yeah... mom's kinda picky on which Bank of America she wants to go to). Hells yeah, Momma wants some new bras!! 2 for 29/39/49!! That ain't all bad!! Apparently mom and I chose to get 2 each from the 2 for 39 sections.

I should explain the sections. There's 2 sides of the back of the store (or at least at NE): one for the push-ups, the water/silicone bras and just for the smaller sizes (like her) and one for the more endowed sizes (like me). And unlike Victoria's Secret, they have sizes bigger than 38 (you know... like 40 and stuff... YIKES).

So we were happy with our 80 dollar purchase and left.

And yes, I do know there's a sale at Victoria's Secret too. The thing is... well... my bras would still be way more expensive than if I bought them for full price at Fredericks.

Finally got my flippin brake hose for my car. YAY!! We can finally fix it and be on my way to sleeping in everyday. Hee hee.

My cousin, Kait, is in town looking for apartments. Oh yeah... she just got accepted at TCU. Good for her!!

After a couple more hours, I couldn't take anymore and just fell asleep at 7 pm until I had to take mom to work again.

*Sigh*

I should go now. Maybe run a little. I guess that's it for now.

Ciao for now.

PS -- I have never met B-man in my life and never will. He makes me retch.

Know When To Run...

*Disclaimer* If you are easily offended or grossed out by weird crazy sex (like I am), I suggest you leave now or forever hold your peace. Also, the names have been changed to protect the innocent and not-so-innocent.

Never thought I would have to ever write a disclaimer, but I did... so deal with it.

Anyway... so I've been through a really creepy, weird-out, freaky week. You know that guy that fell in love with me from my last post? Well I'm gonna tell you the backstory to it all.

So I wake up Monday morning and go check every piece of mail from all e-mail accounts and on my myspace.com account, I get this message.

Hey I havent really done this or even set anything up, but I just wanted to drop you a line and tell you, that your really hot. I just moved back from Texas Tech where I played baseball and am finishing up at UTA before med school. Im 6'3, 210lbs, brown hair, brown eyes, tan, athletic, baseball player build if that tells you anything. If your interested my aol name is Blahblahblah@aol.com and yahoo name is BlabittyBlah.

Ive got pics I can send you to so you dont think Im some weird psycho.

See Ya SExy!
B-man~

lol hell 817 - XXX - XXXX I doubt youll use it but what the hey!!

I was thinking to myself: What the heck... it seems harmless... I'll give it a shot.

Little did I know, he really is some weird psycho, but I digress.

Anyway, we start talking and it was kinda nice. He seems like a nice boy from a nice town and he's going to UTA. Within 48 hours, he told me he loved me and wanted to marry me.

I should have ran like hell then, but for some reason, I wanted to string him along.

Then things got really freaky... and just all out creepy.

He got really sexual. He kept asking questions like if I would strip down naked in a movie theater and have sex with him or if would I be in a gangbang. The creepiest one was he wanted me to have sex with his dad. Apparently, his dad thinks I'm hot or something.

Yeeeee-ah... none of that's going to happen.

And yes... I should have ran like hell. I don't know why I didn't. I just didn't really talk to him all that much after that.

A couple of days later, I get a message from this girl on myspace.com. We'll call her Lola for good measure. So Lola was warning me about B-man and I was curious about what was going on. Maybe she was some pyscho ex who couldn't get over him.

*Shrug*

I had to ask her about what happened.

Sure enough, B-man used the same lines/messages to 3 other girls on the same website... just changed the story a little bit. She told me all the lies he said like... he never played for Tech (I checked that one for myself. I even asked around)... and that he dated Kelly Clarkson... and that he was doing some 10 million dollar research project at UTA (he told me he was finishing up his degree so he could go to medical school)... etc. Yeah... all lies... he probably believes them himself since he's been using them over and over again.

So... I ran like hell, but I couldn't really. I kinda wanted my revenge. I haven't thought of it yet, but I'll get it.

Anyways... this morning, he IMed me out of nowhere. He told me he was going to have sex with his sister and then fall asleep. I don't know whether he's bullshitting me or not, but....

I'M RUNNING LIKE HELL!!!

So that's my story for the weekend. I got drunk, but I'll get over it.

He just really needs to be exposed for what he did. SHADY!!

To Sum It All Up...

So... this week has been... interesting (for a lack of a better word). I'll sum it up for you...

• Dad and I got into a tiny tiff. He's just not feeling very well.
• Hung out with Justin. I'll think of him when I drink Dr. Pepper now.
• Someone is in love with me. I'm not going to say who, but it's true. Crazy, I know.
• Nursing a sore throat/minor headache. I think a fish bone is stuck...
• Andy and I sorta made up.
• Hot friend Ryan never realized that girls can get drunk and be all over people (wow... I sound like a major slut there).
• Mom and I went for mani/pedis. Gotta love Girls' Day Out.
• Decided to go back to school for nursing (just need to finish off my sciences before I apply though).

Anyway... I guess that's it.

Ciao.

It's the Little Things...

Okay okay... OKAY! I'll admit it... I did hang with Justin today.

And to tell you the truth... it was kinda nice. Amongst the anger I had toward him, he reminded me why I liked him in the first place.

I guess he remembered I liked Dr. Pepper but didn't have any in the house or something.

So..... he went out, got a bottle of Dr. Pepper and came back.

Now why would he do that? I really don't mind the Diet Pepsi. HONEST!! And I wasn't being picky or anything.

But still... he bought it for me. He didn't need to... REALLY!!

Anyway... so that just reminded me on why I liked him in the first place. Yeah... sure... he's a little flakey (and hey, who isn't?), but he does remember the little things.

Cheesy, I know... but I like the cheesiness of romance.

Now... everytime I drink a Dr. Pepper, I'll think of him.