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Saturday, July 12, 2008

Dang.

I need a life.

Or friends.

Maybe I could kill someone, and take their life.

That way, I’d have a new life, filled with new friends.

And then, if we ever get weary

We’d go out and kill more people, and take their lives

Until we build a grand army.

Maybe.

 


Friday, May 02, 2008

Currently Listening
Fabriclive.28
By Evil Nine
ready to uff
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Charades

            Like the weather, it looks like my weblog is experiencing a bit of a dry spell. Needless to say, quite a bit has been happening, but I have just been unable to jot certain thoughts & memories down in time.

            So, despite my added workload that’s only continuing to increase, I’m actually more tired from hearing everyone complaining. When I voice this out, people either agree & act as if they aren’t one of the people I’m talking about, or they get bitchy & act as if I’m personally targeting them.

            I generally hate to give attention to attention-whores, because I hate fueling something that’s completely fruitless & destructive. But it’s not like I won’t occasionally stop to see what’s troubling you or to see what’s been going on with your life for the sake of catching up. But when I do either of those, people brush me off &/or try to change the subject.

            Which leads to my ill-fated conclusion that only proves my theory right that people do things to put the spotlight on themselves. I mean, why do people keep pouting & slumping around secretly screaming “look at me look at me!!” & then reject someone who’s actually making an effort to give a fuck?? And then, the lame-oes have the audacity to bitch about how they have no one to turn to when they’re down??

            I swear, the way people talk about themselves. They make themselves out to be the big man by saying they sacrifice & change themselves so much to try to make the other person happy. Then they make themselves out to be the victim when the person they’re trying to impress isn’t.

            Seriously. If all you can utter are degrading words of your own self-worth masking your own self-absorbance, do us all a favor & pull the trigger already. If what you say that you that there’s no one to turn to, what’s stopping you from going all the way & ending it all already??

            Gosh. Who needs friends when you can have totally random adventures with totally random strangers?? Peace out, assholes.

 

 

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Edit

 

 

            Oh yeah. It turns out my car wasn’t returned to where my parents bought it. They just took it to the shop to get fixed. So for the record, Milkstain [yes, I’ve that decided on that to be the name of my car] is back for good. Oh look, I think my number of friends just went up. Till next time.

            To be continued..

*jaMar*


Sunday, April 20, 2008

Currently Listening
Troublesome Bubblegum
By Electrocute
goodbye johnny
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Banged Up

           We have entered that time of the semester I hate most: the last month and a half before the semester ends. Considering I only have one class that can make or break me [microbiology], I’d expected a relatively easy cram-month.

            What I wasn’t anticipating was some delusional old fart professor who specializes in piling on additional weekly assignments, 2-point[??!?] extra credit assignments, AND a 500-page novel on top of an already packed & overdue schedule. Plus, he’s decided to go ahead & give us the remaining 3 exams over the course of the remaining 3 weeks left. As icing on the cake, he’s so retarded he’s jumping around from chapter to chapter & as a result can’t tell us which chapters to focus on for the coming unit test.

            Crazy old man needs to retire & save thousands of students from ruining their chances of becoming doctors, nurses, dentists, whatever. Gosh. He’s possibly a contributing factor to events like Columbine.

            On a lighter note, my driving’s getting tons better. Although I must warn future [local] hopefuls that in the long run, it’d be better to take their test at the more challenging Bellflower than at the cakewalk Westminster, where they don’t teach crap about parking. Then again, everyone knows only common folk & the chauffers of celebs need to know how to park. Otherwise, literally sit back & relax. Riiight.

            Anyway, considering this is also the time of the year where I get gloomy & a bit pissy about how no one can hang out or do anything for that matter, it sure was nice going out & getting just a little tipsy in the weekend, even if it meant unexplainable bumps, bruises, & skinned feet the morning after.

 

"backwards dancing"

 

joce's 34567890 tumor shot

 

i just dont know lol

 

            Anyway, contrary to all those very insightful individuals who manage to still be so deep & so observant of those around them, I really haven’t had time to ponder about the what-ifs & going-ons in life. So I guess I’ll just have to leave this blunt & boring blog, well, blunt & boring. Happy 420, folks. Till next time.

            To be continued..

*jaMar*

 

 


Monday, March 17, 2008

Currently Listening
Room for Squares
By John Mayer
st. patricks
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House Pests

            When I asked Tita Elby [Inay’s caregiver] how she got to our house this morning, she said my uncle dropped her off. I was temporarily confused & wondered who she was talking about. Then I remembered about Tito Gilbert. I’d forgotten about our relation & assumed it must be because of his family’s lack of involvement in Inay’s recovery. Nonetheless, Tita Elby was talking about her husband.

 

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            I’m certain almost everyone has opened their homes in welcome to someone at some point. The gesture starts with kindness & hospitality, but we all have our own limits on how long said guest(s) should stay.

            Since returning from the nursing home, Inay has been staying our place, give or take a couple weeks when she was at Tita Nene’s. The transition wasn’t so bad at first. But then I started noticing how the smallest things can readily ignite an argument, with most, if not all, of them with Inay as the source of the problem.

            Why should we have to spend money on food she only takes one bite out of?? Certain people in the house already constantly complain about how there’s so much food in the house that ends up in trash anyway.

            Why should I give up two nights a week on my comfy padded bed to sleep on a sunken-in, lumpy excuse of a cot just to keep her company just because her caregiver wants to be with her family in the weekends?? Oh well, at least this way I get to stay up for my midnight shows without getting bitched at. Then again, I have to work out in the dark & be extra quiet so I don’t wake her up.

            Why should I have to give up my breaks & vacations just because my parents want to save money & not pay for a caregiver to take care of Inay on the days Marie & I are off from school?? If they don’t want to pay for a caregiver, why don’t they stay home & watch over her?? If my social life continues to suffer from further social inactivity, it’s going to be their fault.

            Why should I have to rush back home after school just to make sure the caregiver is doing her job?? Why should I have to stay home the weekdays I skip or don’t have class just to help take care of her?? I’ve got other things to do, you know.

            Why should we even bother paying for a caregiver at all?? It’s not like she [Inay] even does her exercises like she’s supposed to, let alone cooperate with anything at all. In fact, she’s not doing anything to help herself get better.

            Why should my cousin get only $10 from her when he drops by her house?? She should be glad he remembered she lived on the same block as his friends & paid her a visit before heading over to the fellas’.

            Why should we have to give up our weekend lollygaggings just because she can’t walk & will more than probably slow us down?? Why should I have to give up our usual visits to the cemetery?? Doesn’t she know that’s the only time my parents actually bother to teach me how to drive?? She should be encouraging me, & maybe if I find the time, I’ll take her out for a drive.

            Whatever. I just don’t understand why Tito Gilbert doesn’t take her in. They seem like they’re in need of familial redemption. Just because his family’s got beef with mine, doesn’t mean he can’t find a way around to take Inay home to his place for awhile.

            Then again, it’s not like they’re exactly jumping up & down in their seats with their hands in the air to volunteer. Looks like some things just don’t change. Whatever. Just like with Inay, it looks like you just can’t force someone to do something they don’t want to do.

           

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Madre: do you really mean all that??

Yo: well yeah.. why do you ask??

Madre: because of the way you are speaking

Yo: do you mean by what I’m saying or how I’m acting??

Madre: *struck by the irony*

>>Silence ends scene<<

            Isn’t it frustrating how you think of the best comebacks after said conversation??

           

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Fathers, be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do
Girls become lovers who turn into mothers
So mothers, be good to your daughters too

 

            You better watch out, Parents. Looks like you might be next. John Mayer said so.

           

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            If I bothered to exercise my right to vote, I wouldn’t only vote for abortion, I would appeal for a proposition on euthanasia. Not that I’ve asked her [that would just be mean & insensitive], but I’m sure Inay would agree with me.

           

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            I’ve already told off a so-called friend this afternoon. Wow, you’re on a roll today, Jamar. And now if you will excuse me, I must go be the target of my family’s accusations & other ill-fated intentions. Till next time.

            To be continued..

*jaMar*


Saturday, February 23, 2008

Currently Listening
Darkness at Noon
By A Hawk and a Hacksaw
portlandtown
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Girl Anachronism

               I love those fleeting moments where I realize just how cool I can be. But then I hate how I always refrain from fully unleashing my genius, in fear of being ridiculed for not “being with the times”.

 

 

            I find myself being safe lately. And I’m not talking about the kind where you don’t have to worry about looking over your shoulder when wandering down a dark alley. I often catch myself picking instant & more convenient choices instead of debating over the simplest of things as usual.

            I should just go off-the-radar for awhile. I always found the media & participating in everyday social acts quite efficient in keeping me in a high-walled box anyway.

 

WARNING: trendy when safe

 

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            I think I took the wrong bus home after yoga the other day, where, instead of taking the usual route to my house, it took a totally different course. I was a bit panicky at first, but I decided to save face towards the other passengers who sat with such determined little faces & act like I knew where I intended to go. My panic was soon replaced by fascination as quaint little places passed by in the window.

           

 

            It was a while before I realized I didn’t actually know where the bus would go, so I waited till we passed a place I knew before getting off at Long Beach Town Center. I then called Pop, & he said he’ll come pick me up.

            Even though I’ve been there plenty of times, it was quite a different experience wandering from shop to shop waiting for Pop. For one thing, I was still in my red stretchy pants & had my yoga mat strapped to my back, so I kept receiving stares from passerby. Plus, it was nice getting to stroll around with no sense of direction or purpose without being harried about the time.

            Though it was definitely happy-fun-time for me, I just wish I had some friends to share adventures like these. Or at least be really cool enough to have all that fun without wasting an emo second wishing for some company.

 

 

 

            Yup, I should definitely steer clear from those “you aren’t cool if you aren’t liked” messaging media publications. In fact, I should have a jagged stone chucked at me every time such a thought dare stray into my mind.

            Note to self: take more wrong buses. Till next time.

            To be continued..

*jaMar*



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