Yay! I didn’t eat cereal for dinner today…hehe…Nathalie cooked—gangsta
I think this is my first sundae—this shit was crazy good XD. Having anthropology meeting at lulu’s cafe in Turlock was awesome.
Chad Mendes (a sexy little beast, no lie)
Just throwing it out there. I think “Brazil” cheated…cough…yeah (ufc 142)
A student from A.B. Miller trying to be like his 10th grade teacher, five years after he graduated
I’m afraid I’m never gonna be able to write.
Like I’m gonna be locked inside a room with fucken kids until I bald,
harass students 4 years after they have graduated college who have come to visit me because I once inspired them the same way stupid silly boys in hunting hats
killed me with their guns, like little microcosmic ink grenades reflecting pages plastered between my cum-stained finger grips.
I wanted that, just like my teacher in high school did
I wish I would have taken more pics while I was there(the “Bridge to Nowhere” in Asusa, Ca)…sadly, I kept using my friend’s camera instead of mine (sad days)…more importantly though—I was just happy to make it…damn thing took forever.
The pic is of my really good friend Steff (crazy hooker wanted to sit on the edge and get a shot XD). Hopefully this we’ll get “momentsandsituaitons” interested in doing this hike :D.
Compared to Cal State Stanislaus, Cal State San Bernardino is so damn big. It took me forever to find the college of education, but once I did—I was like: Dang :o (that’s the photo above). The lady who helped me was so nice, she checked me out for advising—fuck yeah! (Now I don’t have to come to the mandatory informational in February—Fo’sho!) Hope everyone is having a beautiful night :3 —cause today was awesome
![So, originally I had this grand plan to set out dates for how my goals were gonna work out (long term and detailed ones), that’s what I told my sexy/bear/guyfriend Evan would be posted tonight (he’s the main reason why I’m pushing myself to move/do something…that’s why I posted this photo.[I wish we had a better photo, but my dumbass always forgets my camera. Nevertheless, here be a photo of us drunk as fuck at a club]), but I’ve found myself still kinda thinking about what the hell long term goals are, or more or less what I “want” to do. Which…hehe…everybody who knows me pretty well, knows that I want to be a gogo dancer. Of course my body is kinda eh. But fuck it—I’m gonna be a sexy bitch by May so I can work down in so-cal while I’m getting my credentials this summer (I also wanna do it cause Anthony and me always claim were gonna be slutty bitches when we go out, but we don’t get that slutty—which means—I need to be more active and not run, but instead lift [and do other random work out stuff of that sort]).
I also still needto/ wanna do poetry. So I’m gonna hit up my English professors and see if I have a chance this semester. I need ten poems—fuck me, good ones too.
These goals aren’t as long as I would have liked, but I’m moving.
Good night everyone…hehe…sometimes I wonder if people even read this stuff :3 (give me a sign yo)](http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxze6pCvRk1qag27wo1_250.jpg)
So, originally I had this grand plan to set out dates for how my goals were gonna work out (long term and detailed ones), that’s what I told my sexy/bear/guyfriend Evan would be posted tonight (he’s the main reason why I’m pushing myself to move/do something…that’s why I posted this photo.[I wish we had a better photo, but my dumbass always forgets my camera. Nevertheless, here be a photo of us drunk as fuck at a club]), but I’ve found myself still kinda thinking about what the hell long term goals are, or more or less what I “want” to do. Which…hehe…everybody who knows me pretty well, knows that I want to be a gogo dancer. Of course my body is kinda eh. But fuck it—I’m gonna be a sexy bitch by May so I can work down in so-cal while I’m getting my credentials this summer (I also wanna do it cause Anthony and me always claim were gonna be slutty bitches when we go out, but we don’t get that slutty—which means—I need to be more active and not run, but instead lift [and do other random work out stuff of that sort]). I also still needto/ wanna do poetry. So I’m gonna hit up my English professors and see if I have a chance this semester. I need ten poems—fuck me, good ones too. These goals aren’t as long as I would have liked, but I’m moving. Good night everyone…hehe…sometimes I wonder if people even read this stuff :3 (give me a sign yo)
