Today I payed a visit to the Osceola Valencia Campus. I sorted out a small mistake with my aplication [entirely my fault] and also took the Math/Algebra CPT. Surprisingly it was only 12 questions.
I did see Marlena there. I went to school with her at Gateway. She was a good friend.

I feel much more confident about this "growing up" deal. Although I still need to acquire my license. That will come in due time.

I had a brief discussion with Damien the other day about existentialism. It makes sense what he explained to me. Mind you, he had his facts sorted out and wasn't pulling any of it out of his rump. [I researched what he explained to me afterwards] Next time I find myself at a proper bookstore, I'd like to purchase one of Jean-Paul-Sartre's books.

I'd like to make new friends as well. The ones I have now, merely acquaintances in the literal sense of the word, are not sufficient. Merely the shiny objects in which distract me from what real substance is out there. I seem to get intertwined in their jovial banter about their miserable lives. Please see a counseler about these things. I'm not a Ph.D.

And as much as I used to swear and be vulgar, that's going to stop. So many wonderful adjectives, verbs, nouns longing to be used! Vulgarity belongs in prisons and in pornos, not in our everday lives. Think about it. Does anyone "make love" anymore? NO. Everyone "fucks". How disgusting does THAT sound?

I miss writing blog entries such as these. Long and non-angsty. Yes, life is unfair and we all wish we could change at least 1 thing. Boo hoo. Deal with the cards you've been dealt. I'm through with complaining. If I don't like something, I'll find a way to change it instead of moping around TALKING about it. ACTION is the keyword my friends and its taken me 19 years to finally get it through my thick, teeanage skull.

Yes. I am 19 as of Saturday the 24th. Yippee.

I've decided to not call Damien for a month. His birthday is this Friday. He turns 20. I guess I'll call then, but after that, 1 MONTH.


Boys are stupid. He's done nothing to me. But I hear stories from his best friend and it's like, "Wow. I would have never guessed."

Whatever. We all have skeletons in our closets. But really...






I want a boy to fall in love with me, and never tell me to my face. If that even makes sense.













P.S. We got a puppy last night for $200.


Only a few months old. Her name is Yoshi.

My favorite artists are:

Salvador Dali

Roy Lichtenstein

Takashi Murakami

Mauritzio Cattelan


This list will grow as soon as I remember the several other names I had written down somewhere. ^__^

If you're not familiar with their work, I highly suggest you google them or something of the like.

I aspire to be just as witty and unconventional as these men are\were.




That is all.

Was the last time I updated this journal.

I'm posting this entry from my sidekick during my lunchbreak at work, so if there are any strange typos you know why.


I'm still working at SeaWorld and it feels like nothing in my life has changed. We did move into a HOUSE in Orlando now and that's been great.

I feel left behind. Everyone else seems to have their whole life together and figured out. I don't know what I want out of life anymore and it scares me. I want to go to college. But I don't know what I want to do with the rest of my life.

I need to seriousl sit down and figure things out and get serious. It's about damn time that I start acting like an adult and not a sullen teenager.


That is all for now. My thumbs are tired. XD

I really don't know what I want in my life right now.

Ruby picked me up last night and we played Guitar Hero 2 at her place.
It was super fun.
Adrian [Damien's best friend] called me before we started playing. =] He's awesome.

He mentioned something about Damien liking this Maggie girl.
When I got home, Damien was still online. I sent him an IM saying:
"If you like this maggie girl so much hurry up and boink her"

He sent me text messages in the middle of the night, all worried about me. *rolls eyes*

At 1 in the morning I got this email from Damien:

"I don't know what Adrian has told you, but I'm not madly in love with Maggie and I'm not trying to fuck her. Truth is this...
I've known her for ages and we've both sort of had a thing for eachother, we met up the other day in Parramatta and both had a really good time, it wasn't a date, we're not boyfriend and girlfriend, but the truth is I am pretty interested in her. Your message seemed somewhat spiteful and I want to talk to you about how you're feeling, etc. I love you Veronica and I don't want to lose you as the greatest friend I've ever had. *hugs* Please email me back or something whenever you can."


Whatever.
Why do I get so attached to people?
I'm pretty fucking pathetic.
I don't think I'll be wasting my credit calling his ass in Sydney again anytime soon.
I don't care if he likes this girl! He gets too emotional over these things. I WAS JOKING AROUND! 
My god. I'm happy if he's happy. He thinks I hate him now and I don't!


I love that boy to death & I just don't want to see him get hurt. 









I need a boyfriend.

Pain really is temporary.


It was so painful getting my tattoo on Tuesday. I didn't know exactly what to expect. lol. I didn't talk to the tattooist at all, except for a few words. He didn't mind at all. But he was totally focused and did an AMAZING job. It took ABOUT 1 hour/30 minutes, not even.

I've gotten to know the artists the times I've been there with my friend, or to just talk to them. They're good people.

I'm so glad Ruby stayed with me, since I stayed with her when she got hers last week.
Yesterday it hurt to really put pressure on it, but I woke up this morning and it's really not so bad anymore.
It's getting a little scabby. XDD


Now I know if I can get through getting a tattoo, I can handle anything. =D

And I sent pictures to Damien and he wants to get the same thing. LMAO. Awwww, matching tattoos! lol LOSER.

WARNING, BIG PICTURES.

( Yeah, I need my ink injection )

I did NOT get my tattoo on Saturday. Yes, I was EXTREMELY pissed off.

My dad got home @ 6pm, we went over to the tattoo shop, I told the guy my idea & he loved it. He was really excited to draw it up for me. He was a big Poe fan, too.

He told us to come back in an hour.

We went to Home Depot...got some Wendy's...came back to the shop.

He showed me the drawing and it was AMAZING!!!!!! I filled out the paperwork & then he asked me for a driver's license/photo I.D. [state issued]

I have NEITHER.

He couldn't tattoo me, but he held on to the drawing for me until I go back.


I will get my license eventually, but I was so pissed off. It's my own fault really. But anyway....


My grandmother is taking me to the DMV tomorrow so I can at least get a photo I.D. =DDDDD Then hopefully tomorrow night or sometime before the weekend I can go back and get it done. 


It will be going on the side of my right leg. It will cost $150. It's my graduation present from my parents.

The tattoo= a raven sitting on top of a skull, on top of 2 books [1 says POE on the spine], with a candle next to it all.
This description does it no justice. It will be black/white/grey.







*sigh*

At least Damien has been sending me messages on MySpace for a while now. =]

I graduated last night. WOW! It was pretty amazing.
I made it across the stage in my maryjane heels! hahahaha
Everyone looked super pretty/handsome.


Afterwards it was extreme chaos trying to find people, including my family.

But I finally found them and my dad took pictures with his camera.
My mom takes sucky pictures w/ ANY camera. [She used my Cyber-Shot]. But she did get a few good ones and some videos too!

My sister got us throwing our hats in the air!! We were the first Senior class that was allowed to do that at Gateway~!!! =D



This is what I wore underneath, hehehe
( GRADUATION 2007 )