Wouldn't you like to know...

i smell football....

2006-08-31T10:53:00.000-07:00

PornStar

2006-04-10T21:38:00.000-07:00

**PornStar**
Originally uploaded by Beribelle.

i need this face ...and i need it now...

close ur mouth

2005-10-03T19:22:00.000-07:00

close ur mouth
Originally uploaded by Beribelle.

Friday night after happy hour we decided to go to Union Caddle so I could parade around with my HOT PINK cowboy hat.
I would tell you more about it, but to be honest, I can't.
What I can tell you....

*I think slipped in throw-up in the bathroom. (not my own, although i can't say what's worse)

*Kristen and I got kicked out of a bar. Some bar, for being belligerant customers.

*Then the bouncer wouldn't let us into Fenners, probably because we were BELIDGE!

*We met some guy from VT. But we dont know his name or where he lives. But we do have his DIGITS!

*I got in a fight with some chick at Fatburger about who has a better athletics program, USC or U of I....c'mon how could I not?

*We all ended up in my apartment, in PJs.

*I kicked a couple of asshole men out of my place around 4am.

*Jon passed the shit out on my new couch. Thanks for not puking buddy.

We're Goin Down...

2005-09-19T21:48:00.000-07:00

Am I more than you bargained for--
I've been dying to tell you anything you want to hear,
Cause that's just who I am this week.
Lie in the grass, next to the mausoleum
I'm just a notch in your bedpost...
But you're just a line in a song.

Drop a heart, break a name
We're always sleeping in, and sleeping for the wrong team

We're going down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it

Is this more than you bargained for yet
Oh don't mind me I'm watching you two from the closet
Wishing to be the friction in your jeans
Isn't it messed up how I'm just dying to be her
I'm just a notch in your bedpost..
But you're just a line in a song

Drop a heart, break a name
We're always sleeping in, and sleeping for the wrong team

We're going down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it

We're going down, down
Down, down
We're going down, down

And Sugar we're going down swinging.

2005-08-24T22:15:00.000-07:00

I know a girl
She puts the color inside of my world
But she's just like a maze
Where all of the walls all continually change
And I've done all I can
To stand on her steps with my heart in my hands
Now I'm starting to see
Maybe it's got nothing to do with me
Boys, you can break
You'll find out how much they can take
Boys will be strong
And boys soldier on
But boys would be gone without the warmth from
A womans good, good heart
On behalf of every man
Looking out for every girl
You are the god and the weight of her world

MY REDICULOUSLY DRUNK ASS BIRTHDAY!!!

2005-08-23T12:35:00.000-07:00

20 OF THE CRAZIEST THINGS THAT HAPPENED AT MY BIRTHDAY PARTY::

1. Nacho Cheese happened, 6 pounds of it. Gelatinous, gooey nacho cheese. And Salsa.

2. I got down with 5 black chicks on the dance floor while they chanted "go shorty its yer birthday" and put me in the middle of their circle...and I only fell down twice.

3. The lace on my lace-up jeans broke and fell in the toilet.

4. Then my pants fell down.

5. 4 girls. One bathroom stall. Puke and Ralley.

6. A fight with the bouncer. Me and the Big Black Bouncer. Yeah, we left. BUT NOT WITHOUT A FIGHT!!

7. Leaping into the pool, with my clothes on.

8. Taking my wet clothes off. ALL of them. And running to my apartment. WOW.....

9. Paying for 7-11 with my Drivers License.

10. Choreographing a dance routine in the cookie isle of 7-11.

11. Oregano across the family room. All over the kitchen.

12. A chedder Perrogie toss...all over the family room.

13. A random guy sleeping on my floor. "Who's the new guy..??"

14. Joe....naked. Oh wait, I think a green sock was covering something...

15. Des running down the street after Sara decided to drive home. at 5am. drunk.

16. A hole in my jeans. A large, un-patchable hole.

17. Blake didn't get drunk. OK now that has to be the craziest thing that happened that night...ok, almost.

18. A keg ended up in my apartment.....IN MY BEDROOM.

19. Joe. Naked. In my closet.

20. Due to the X-Rated nature in which the way the night ended, I am leaving out number 20. Only those who were there will ever know. And NEVER forget. NEVER. Youre welcome guys.

The Pier (in Hermosa, for the non-locals)

2005-07-26T15:39:00.000-07:00

If you're going to the Pier allow me to make a few suggestions, as I learned a few things Saturday night:

* Be careful walking across the street after exiting your taxi cab; it's pretty easy to fall and spill the entire contents of your purse all over the street. Twice.

*Always flirt with the bouncers, it works everytime.

*NEVER go to the Lighthouse....it sucks.

*When you tell someone you are going to meet them at a specific location for the first time, it's probably not a good idea to go blacked-out.

*Always flirt with the cops who are checking you out, even when your friends are trying to hold you back. But only the ones who are checking you out--otherwise you might get thrown in the drunk tank (which is the one thing I didn't do).

*If you want the DJ to play 50 cent's "A Lil Bit", it's best to go upstairs to the DJ table and drape yourself across it and act real interested in the workings of a turn table and what not. Not only will you get to press a button or two, but you just might get your song played...heeeheeeee.

LAZZZZZY

2005-07-20T12:58:00.000-07:00

So, we work all week doing the 9 to 5 thing or 7:30 to 4, if you're me...and then the weekend rolls around. And you relax and forget about computers and phones and faxes, and how you are so far away from reaching company goal for the month...things like that.
Have you ever noticed that when you wake up on Saturday morning and you know you have one thing that you really NEED to get done that day, but since its Saturday you lounge on the couch and watch TV for a while. You have one thing to do out of the entire day, and you just cant get it done. I mean, you could get up and run that one little errand, but why, when you can just do it on Sunday...
So Sunday rolls around and once again you wake up with that one thing on your agenda. But driving there takes so long...and you have nothing at all that you are doing except watching the Real World or Laguna Beach marathons on Mtv...but getting up and going out...that meanS you have to change out of your pink pjs... and who wants to do that?? Afterall its, Sunday morning, and you have all the rest of the day. So you sit down and you start watching what you TiVo-ed last week and the next thing you know, its freakin 4:00 in the after-noon. And the place you need to go is most likely closed now...Have you run your errand yet?? No of course not...because you are way to busy doing what you have been doing for the past 48 hours....BEING REAL LAZY!!

2005-07-19T21:11:00.000-07:00

Originally uploaded by Beribelle.

To see you when I wake up
Is a gift I didn't think could be real.
To know that you feel the same as I do
Is a three-fold, Utopian dream.
I know I'll see you again
Whether far or soon.
But I need you to know that I care,
And I miss you.

It's Break-up Season...?

2005-07-18T20:55:00.000-07:00

So, breakups always seem to occur around the same time. One couple breaks up, then another, then a third, then another couple takes a break or has a huge fight...they always seem to come in a cycle. Recently, I have found the same with "engagements", and by engagements, I mean engagements to be married. For some reason, this year I have known of more people getting engaged at my age than I have ever known before. Perhaps it is because I am getting old, and I guess getting married is the thing to do...but I just am a little freaked out to be currently knowing so many couples getting married. For example, one of my good friends from college, Alex Dorfman, got engaged this weeked. My co-worker just got engaged, and two other people at work just got engaged. Its rediculous. I mean really. Suddenly I am thrown from Thursday night Frat parties into a pool of 20-something spouse hunting. Don't get me wrong...I am so happy for my friends who have someone they can share the rest of their life with, envious in fact. It's just that I cannot forsee marriage anytime in my future. I feel like there are so many things I want to do before I get married and...
Like, swing from vines in a tropical rainforest..ok, maybe I wouldnt swing from the vines, but I'd enjoy watching monkies do it..ok, from behind a glass window...BUT STILL, I want to travel and go exotic places.

MY SPACE

2005-07-11T21:36:00.000-07:00

So, recently I joined yet another Online Social Directory..MY SPACE. The thing is a cultural phenomenon. It literally takes over the lives of many, preocupies the working days of some, and finds love for others. I am not kidding, c'mon, YOU arent on My Space?? or rather, you havnt heard about My Space or know someone who is on it?? Of course you do, if you don't you are missing out on a very vast virtual reality.
Look up someone you spit on in 2nd grade, look up your high school basketball star, look up your mom, look up your dad...just look someone up. It reuintes you with old friends and introduces you to new ones. I have met 3 people in the past few weeks who have "found love" on MY Space...now, this is an interesting issue.
Love on MY SPACE? Online? Hot chicks meeting hot guys online, and hooking up?? Are you serious right now...I mean, you dont know this person or what they are like, or if what they are telling you is the truth or not. You dont even really know if the person you are talking to looks anything like their picture.
But say you do *poke someone or send them a message and they respond...are you really going to meet up and start dating and fall in love. "Is this for real" I asked?
So, we were talking...my friends and I, and decided that its kind of like the Bachelor...you go on the show, have an option of 1 out of 25 women or men and then you date them, knowing nothing about them and go on blind faith that this is going to work.
Maybe you meet someone who you have a lot in common with or have some special connection...isn't it a little bizarre that you found this person on the internet...ok ok, an Online Social Directory, sorry. A lot of people right now are saying no, its common, its normal nowadays, to meet someone online. So my friends and I got into a debate about whether most people in America think its prefectly fine to hook up with someone from My Space or whether they think its wierd?? or any other social directory for that matter...excluding an actual "mate matching" website like eharmoney or match.com....because you see, if you go to one of those websites, you are lablng yourself as a "socially inept" who cant meet anyone in real life...(sorry), but seriously it does, because you are registering with an "Online Dating Service"....with these Online Directories, its a "social directory" not a dating SERVICE, and whats more...its free. But can you TRUST someone you meet online? Can you really get a sense of what they are like in Real Life?? .........Isn't it the same as meeting someone at a bar..I mean, you cant really trust someone you meet in a bar..you go through the same process as you would online, right? Meet them, say hello, tell a little about yourself, but not too much, and you dont know if what they are saying is the truth or not.
Maybe you give them your number, maybe you dont..maybe they call, maybe they dont. You never know, its basically the same thing, only you arent speaking face-to-face--total blind faith. ....Bottom line...."dating online" doesnt make you Kip Napolean anymore, it simply makes you more resourceful....search for exactly what you what, when you want, and go for it.

"...You Inspire Me"

2005-07-06T16:34:00.000-07:00

So, i was thinking last night..it's been a long time since I was truely inspired by someone. Like someone who really inspires you to see things in a different way, from a different perspective...to be a better person. I remember when I felt like that..truely inspired by someone, and he flipped my world upside-down. It's amazing when someone can do that for you--really get you to see yourself and the rest of your world in a whole new light. I almost forgot what that felt like, until I was reminded by Garden State...such a good movie...so simple yet so sweet, so un-perfect that it's beautiful.
Everyone should feel that, truely inspired by someone. If you havnt, dont look for it, it will just fall upon you...it has to, thats how it works.

Heeeheee

2005-07-05T13:14:00.000-07:00

Heeeheee
Originally uploaded by Beribelle.

In this little NutShell

I am intelligent, but not intellectual. I am sweet, but sassy. I am loud, but not obnoxious. I am confident, but sometimes insecure. I am a "guys girl" but very girly, innocent with a twist of trouble, and conservative with a dash of spontenaity.
I am ME, and thats all I know how to be....
Think you can handle it??

You Make me Wanna La La and ...

2005-07-01T19:14:00.000-07:00

You Make me Wanna La La and ...
Originally uploaded by Beribelle.

You Make me Wanna LA LA...

2005-07-01T18:06:00.000-07:00

So, lately I've been thinking about giving up office work for becoming a POPSTAR....I could do it...I mean Jo Jo did it. All I need is a voice synthesizer so my voice has the great "terrible voice gone decent" sound to it. I could get a dnce choreographer and have some hot moves, some of which I used when I was on the Jaz Dance Team as a child. I could get my teeth whitened, and have my hair streaked, and get a new wardrobe. It would be great because I would emerge as the young and talented woman who felt lost after her graduation from college. We would have to make up some trauma story that happened in my life so we would get big press. Like a death in the family or a domestic violence act. This way we would create buzz with this innocent emergence of a vibrant young woman. I would emrge as an inspirational yet bubble-gum-pop star, trying to find herself through female empowerment. I would become big after my Single goes platinum and then I would move to an condo in Malibu where I would be taped for a showing of MTV's "Cribs." Then I would start hanging around with Nicole Richie, Brit, Ashlee and maybe even even Lindsay Lohan on occasion. Kids are loving me, looking up to me as a teenage inspiration--and I suddenly get caught in the whirlwind of drugs and whats stated by The Enquirer "promiscuous sex with Ben Affleck. " My weight loss is the topic of all the media stations, "Look At Her Wasting Away.." I make a comebakc by emerging in 24 months with a Reality Television Show that show what I went through when I was addicted to drugs and how the rehabilitation has changed my life. I come out with a new image, a more more sultry look, not too sexy, but mysterious enough to attract all the college-aged men to my photo shoots in Maxim, and make all the college-aged women want to be just like me. After I gather a captive audience, my Publicist will suggest I come out with a cosmetic line partnered with MAC. I would become the sponser of a new MAC makeup line that would put me in television spots and soon, get me casted in a movie that was number one among 16 to 25 year olds. .....Gosh being a pop-star would be so fantastic, yet so easy!! All I need is a start....just a simple magic start.

REVISIONS TO "WHAT EVERY MAN NEEDS TO KNOW~

2005-07-01T13:25:00.000-07:00

AS MANY OF YOU KNOW, LAST YEAR I WROTE A BLOG ENTITLED, "WHAT EVERY MAN NEEDS TO KNOW ABOUT A WOMAN". I have since realized that this list needs a bit of revising, so I have revised certain parts of it, so as to be more accurate and helpful to those who, still, just don't get it.
EVERY MAN NEEDS TO KNOW:

1.) Most of the time she fakes it. The heavy breathing. The moans. The facial expressions. Sorry guys, roughly eight out of every ten women do not experience orgasm during sexual intercourse. Ask questions, if she's good, she'll tell you what to do and where to go.
2.) We don't think logically, we think with our emotions--so do us a favor, and just go with the feeling.
4.)Always appologize, even if you didn't do anything wrong. If she's mad, you're not getting any.
5.) Never criticize her driving, and if you do, see rule 4.
6.) Never finish until she finishes. And if you can't help it, never fall asleep without going again. And if you do fall asleep, because you always do, make it up to her the next night, twice.
7.)Experience is good--don't lie about how many women you've been with, if she's good, she can tell and almost put a number on it...seriously.
8.)When she is talking about her problems always respond with, "How did that make you feel?" or "Tell me more about that" or "I totally understand"
9.)We like you to make the first move. No, usually means yes, especially when it is said like, "uh- uh."
10.)Never call her cute. Cute is what fat girls get called. Tell her she's hot, even if she's not. You want to get laid don't you?
11.) Cuddling is not necessary, but never get up right away and leave. This is a sure sign that you think she is "cute" and only good for one thing.
12.)The small of the back is good--but not as good as the inside of her thigh, blowing in her ear, and of course, the ass grab...these will get her everytime.
13.)Never underestimate how much she thinks about sex. Usually, if you are thinking about it, she is thinking about it too, she just isn't an asshole about it.
14.)Every girl likes a little dirty talk. Don't be afraid..Tell her how hot she makes you and what you want to do to her...this also works everytime.
15.) Reciprocate....I repeat..Reciprocate.
16.)Compliment her on how much better she is in the sack than your last girlfriend, even if it's not true. Positive reinforcement is an aphrodesiak.
17.) Tell her you miss her when she's not around. Even if you havn't thought about her in days.
18.) She knows when you're lying, even after you say it and she doesn't argue. Nine times out of ten we know you are not telling the truth, but we choose not to fight about it. We aren't as stupid as you think.
19.)Alot of us are just as scared of commitment as you are, you just don't believe us.
20.)How many times do you masterbate a week? She does it more.

...Workin Nine to Five...yeh yeh yehhh

2005-07-01T13:05:00.000-07:00

So, when you are accepting an offer from a job, such as....an Account Manager for, say, Bacons Information Inc....
There are certain things you must consider:

1) Does it pay well, and if it doesn't is there pleanty of room for growth, because you dont want to be stuck in the mail room forever.

2) Are the people cool, specifically the women...and more importantly are the guys hot? Cuz most likely after you start your job, you are going to become a lonely working woman with no body waiting at home for you except our cat, and left with no chance to meet anyone because all you do is work and sleep, work and sleep, oh and take care of your cat.

3) Are the cubicles of adequate size?? Because I think we all know that having a cubicle of adequate space is highly valuable. I mean, no one really NEEDS an entire office, just a cubicle to call their own and hang pictures up of you and all your friends when you used to be cool and not have a job.

4) Is the commute long? And if it is, make sure your car stero works, cuz...damn...its a loooong ride without it.

So finally, interviews and applications come to an end, as we start taking positions or (A position, singular) at a company in Hollywood. And life starts becoming a little more clear....

GRADUATION

2005-05-31T02:15:00.000-07:00

Graduation Sucks When:

1) You are kicked out of your house the day after and then yelled at by your landlord for not having a place to live before graduation week even began. Eat it, asshole.

2) You take a look around and realize you dont have anyone to take home with you that night that is worthy of your "love and affection" to commemorate this special special day... or the day after that or the day after that. Getting laid is a lot harder than you would imagine.

3) You are all out of food and money, so for three days you live on the bread that Robin left at your old house and the frozen shrimp you secretly stole from Richard before you left. Oh and the french bread pizzas....those were good too, thanks buddy.

4) You still dont have a job because the marketing job you got hired for at Mattel called you in during the first week and let you know that you were hired for the wrong position..but you can keep the job they hired you for, just not for the same pay rate--a lower pay rate with now room for lateral movement in the marketing department...not even in the marketing deptartment at all. Shit.

5) You realize that never again will you wake up, look at your alarm, decide that 10:30 is way too early to go to class, so you roll over and go back to sleep until its time to wake up, order pizza and start getting ready to skip your night class. Man, college was educational.

PornStar

2005-05-07T23:38:00.000-07:00

**PornStar**
Originally uploaded by Beribelle.

Becoming a Porn Star would be easier than getting an office job because:

1) You dont have to get dressed up in a suit for your interview. In fact, you don't have to get dressed at all.

2)You don't have to really prepare what you are going to say in your interview. "I will have sex for money." "I don't have any diseases." "I will make out with girls." And, yeah, its that easy.

3)You don't have to sit at a cubical all day. Usually you end up laying down for most of your shift.

4) You can skip the whole, "I dont mix business with pleasure" talk with your co-workers.

5) You get to work in a very flexible work environment. And you get a variety of atmospheres; like the pool house, the barn yard, a nurses station, and random outdoor areas.

6)You don't have to negotiate benefits because itsn't getting laid like 50 times a day a benefit enough?

So, you're a slut. A big time slut and your family will probably dis-own you and your girlfriends will think youre a dirty whore, even though deep down they are jealous cuz all your guy friends are ooohing and awwing over all you newly released DVDs.

*THE ABOVE STATEMENT IS IN NO WAY ACTUAL OR EVIDENTIAL OF FUTURE ENDEAVORS. IT IS SIMPLY A REACTION TO A DISEASE KNOWN AS 'EXTREME BOREDOM.' C'mon guys, I can barely get naked in front of my self...

Graduation is creeping up on us...

2005-05-07T22:45:00.000-07:00

So, I finished my last final on Thursday. And by my last final, I mean my last final...ever. It's wierd though, you know...I don't really feel like it's all over. I don't really feel like I won't be riding my little pink cruiser to campus anymore. And I don't really feel like I won't be spending 500 dollars at the book store next fall. And it hasn't quite hit me yet, that soon I will be starting a job, not summer school.

But I have realized some things....I realized that I am too old to be living in a college house. I just don't fit in the way I used to. No matter how young and immature I thought I was, I won't ever be at that age again.

I have realized that younger men are in the past for me. Anyone who knows me, knows that I love playing with younger men, and yes, usually I go for the young guns. But something has changed this year, and I realized that they have absolutely no clue what it's like to be on the verge of 24 and starting a new life, a real life, not to be confused with the almost surreal, and often euphoric bubble we live in when we're in college. ~~sigh~~ i am going to miss it.

I have realized that USC is not the only university in the world. Don't get me wrong, if you cut me, I would still bleed cardinal and gold, but my view of the University defenitely changed this year, and I have to honestly admit that when I leave SC, I wont be leaving my heart there.

I have also realized that nothing goes the way you plan it to go, but everything always works its way out in the end. This is something I am still learning...but if you don't have a job, or are stuck doing a job you don't really like, it's okay. There is a reason for everything, and I believe that now. Everytime I fall, I get up and learn from it. Every time I get hurt, I figure out how to avoid it next time. And every time I succeed, I know how and why, and I do it again next time. It will all work out....I promise.

WOAHHHHHHHH

2005-05-07T21:57:00.000-07:00

IMG_0061
Originally uploaded by Beribelle.

Yeah, pretty much, I am a bad ass. Today marked a day in my life, I will remember forever. Today I became the biggest bad ass out there...
An out-of-the-ordinary True Card Carrying Bad Ass....oh, and thats Rob...he's cool too.

(If you are reading this and have no idea what I am talking about, you probably wont find out, so don't ask.)

Happy Birthday Danny.

2005-04-24T00:10:00.000-07:00

Happy Birthday Danny.
Originally uploaded by Beribelle.

So I made this awesome cake for Danny on his birthday. It took me a while, but I did it, and it came out looking so f*&@ing cool. He loved it so much!

College is ending and so is my life.

2005-04-23T23:02:00.000-07:00

So, as you get older and you reach the soon to be end of your senior year, things start to immediately get put into perspective:

For one, you don't get student housing next year, so you have find a new place to live with a giant security deposit, a terrible land lord, and a hellava long way from all your friends. And find it quickly.

Two, the era of random hooks ups and blacked-out make-outs with the girl next to you and then the guy she came with comes to a hault. You start realizing that in a month, that all stops. You move away from your friends and start watching television every night or TiVo seasons past.

Three, the urgent search to find someone soon becomes apparent because think about what happens when you start working, stop going out with your friends, and stay at home watching television every night. You aint getting any.

Four, thought you were stressed when you had two finals in one day, a final paper due the next day, and a late advisement meeting that morning? Think again. Real stress, is when you're lease is up in 30 days, you can't find a place to live that is affordable because you havn't been hired by anyone because you can't seem to get an interview except for all the insurance companies that want insurance agents, you have 70 dollars in the bank account because you spend all your money on things to make you not feel like your life is going no where and you can't get laid by anyone over the age of 19. That is stress.

Five, you are leaving college. No more frat parties. No more house parties so crammed that you don't ever get to the keg before it gets shut down. No more sleeping through class. No more waking up to drunken phone calls from people needing rides home from the 9 hole. No more 9-hole, but have you really been lately anyways? No more college.

It pretty much seems like anything fun in your life is about to come to an end. Like, you need to cram all these things in, right at the end, before time runs out, and the next thing you know, you're living with your roommate and her boyfriend. But isn't graduating from college supposed to be awesome. No more school and no more homework. Isn't this supposed to be the beginning of your life? It should be exciting and adventurous and then thrilling all at the same time.
Okay so say you dont have a job yet, and you dont have a place to live, and you havn't met the right person yet...things can get better.

You will find a job, not the perfect job, but one that will keep you busy and send you pay checks every month, only gaining you experience so you can move on to a better job. And you will find some place to live, let's face it, it won't be the perfect place, but it will be fine, and maybe later you can move to the beach. And someday you will find the right man, and no, he won't be perfect, but he will absolutely adore you, not matter what job you have or where you live.....all you have to do is be patient, it will happen.
Some Day.

Bad Day

2005-03-22T11:53:00.000-08:00

"Had a bad day again..
She said I would not understand
She left a note that said I’m sorry,
I had a bad day again
She spilled her coffee broke a shoelace
Smeared the lipstick on her face
Slammed the door and said I’m sorry,
I had a bad day again
And she swears there’s nothing wrong
I hear her playing that same old song
She puts me up and puts me on
I had a bad day again
She said I would not understand
She left a note and said I’m sorry
I had a bad day again
Nooo...And she swears there’s nothing wrong
I hear her playing that same old song
She puts me up and puts me on
Oh I had a bad day again
She said I would not understand
She left a note that said.."
I’m sorry, I had a bad day again.

Why Spring Break has caused me a nervous break down:

2005-03-19T22:33:00.000-08:00

1) After driving 6 hours to surprise my delinquent sister for her "sweet 16", I became the target of this years family fall out, got condemed as a daughter, and drove back to L.A. the next day

2) After spending 24 hours in Nor Cal and driving back to L.A. I got in a car accident on the 5 Freeway...it's funny how now we can look back at those things and laugh..like when I looked out my drivers side window as I slid into the shoulder of the freeway, and there was my hubcap, just rolling after me, like it didn't want to get left behind. P.S. It wasn't my fault, my tire exploded. Firestones.

3) My hair suffered too much peroxide at the salon and spent the day trying to get back to normal. Now we are in a limbo at sort of a golden brown before we go to a dark brown...like Ali Landry. If they had a hair color called "Ali Landry" I would soooo buy it, because, of course...then I would look just like her. Duh.

4) I maxed out my credit card on clothing I apparently need for job interviews. Yeah. another thing....Job interviews. That should go under another blog entry, "WHY JOB INTERVIEWS OR LACK THERE OF HAS CAUSED ME A NERVOUS BREAKDOWN".

5) Then I lost my wallet. But then I found it, but not before I mildly frightening freak out session. I left it in my car. Yeah.

6) Then later the bank cancelled my credit card because of the huge purchases made in the past 2 days that I didn't call and verify. But I guess it was maxed out anyways. Hey, if I tell them that I didn't make those purchases, they would think my card was stolen and then I wouldn't have to pay for the Calvin Klien suits I bought....mmmm..credit card fraud.

7) I feel like I need a vacation.

Oh yes they did...

2005-03-11T17:40:00.000-08:00

Oh yes they did...
Originally uploaded by Beribelle.

You'll never guess what they're selling at the Bookstore ladies....Yes, they're selling USC Bikinis...and yes, I bought one. How could I not? I mean, it says USC right on the ass! So, if you're going to Cabo for Spring break, you better hop over to the bookstore before your flight and pick up one of these bad boyz....make sure everyone knows that your hot ass comes from the University that won the second National-Motha-Fu*@ing-Championship in a row...not to mention we have the hottest asses around...so show it off and be proud you're a Trojan. Fight On!

Winter

2005-03-04T15:48:00.000-08:00

I should know who I am by now,
I walk the record stand somehow,
Thinkin’ of winter
Your name is the splinter inside me
While I wait

And I remember the sound
Of your November downtown,
And I remember the truth,
A warm December with you,

But I don’t have to make this mistake,
And I don’t have to stay this way
If only I would wake...

The walk has all been cleared by now
Your voice is all I hear somehow
Calling out winter
Your voice is the splinter inside me
While I wait

And I remember the sound
Of your November downtown,
And I remember the truth,
A warm December with you,

But I don’t have to make this mistake,
And I don’t have to stay this way
If only I would wake...

I could have lost myself
In rough blue waters in your eyes,
And I miss you still

Oh! I remember the sound
Of your November downtown,
And I remember the truth,
A warm December with you,

But I don’t have to make this mistake,
And I don’t have to stay this way
If only I would wake...

Paranas need love too!!

2005-02-27T18:23:00.000-08:00

There are a few things one needs to know when one's roomate...ehem "Ante"...invests in a 60 gallon Parana tank:

-Expect your hallway to occasionally smell like fish.

-Frozen fish may fall out of the freezer downstairs because the Paranas' food needs to be kept somewhere, and what better place to keep it than right next to the Chubby Hubby and the Tina's Frozen Burritos.

-You can never have too many Paranas in one tank...until THEY START EATING EACHOTHER!

-If you're mean to Ante, he has a weapon that he will sick on you while you are sleeping...deadly flesh eating wild Paranas.

Oh Ante...How ever are you going to get out?

2005-02-26T17:18:00.000-08:00

Oh Ante...How ever are you going to get out?
Originally uploaded by Beribelle.

So...Ante and Christian thought it would be super fun to come home drunk and play pranks on the girls the other night...yeah, super fun. Little did they know that these little girls would wake up super early and retaliate twice as hard. Not only did we lock them in their rooms...we made sure they were not getting out. We put a couch and a desk and chairs and suitcases and cleaning tools and misc. crap in front of Ante's door like it was a storage closet.
Then we seran-wrapped Christian's toilet seat shut so when he woke up after his night of beer busting he wouldn't be able to use the toilet. It was like unwrapping a Christmas presant that your 5 year old brother wrapped with an entire roll of scotch tape. Good times, good times.
And another thing....throwing rocks at my window in the middle of the night is no way to get me into the sack....or is it???

East Coast vs. West Coast

2005-02-22T21:59:00.000-08:00

California Love...hafta give it to Tupac when he said it, "California knows how to party." Today I was back on the West Coast walking on the USC campus noticing all the slight differences there are between the East and the West. I'd like to take this opportunity to tell a few of the suble differences:

1) Instead of your token brunette on the west, you have your token blonde on the east, its like all the blonde chicks fled that side of the country to come to California.

2)The men are hotter on the west, although they tend to have a much higher degree of asshole-ish-ness, but they most def. are hotter.

3)The chicks are waay hotter on the west, although most of them tend to be frosted-tipped, ignorant, backstabbing bitches who wouldn't give you the time of day unless your Daddy owned one of Fortune 500 top 25 conglomerates, but yes, the chicks most def. are hotter.

4)Instead of a crisp 65 degree winter, the east coast has a severely arctic 36 degree winter. Lets think about this one for a sec....mmmmmm, no.

5)The east coast still thinks of smoking cigarettes as "cool." Unlike the west coast, they havn't realized that smoking is gross not glamorous anymore. See California has dropped that bad habit and moved straight onto to blowing cocaine. Instead of pulling out a cig. everytime you guys step out the door, we just reach for our chains and sniff out a few lines, and DAMN...we're ready to start our day.

6)Everyone on the east coast walks everywhere. They don't even ride bikes to class, they walk. On the west, NO ONE walks anywhere, ever. Its a strategy...in the spring, when the girls wear their mini skirts to class and ride their cruisers to school and the wind picks up as they ride..well you know what happens...its all a marketing scheme. East coast boys...start a bike trend, trust me, you'll love it.

7)Okay, I have to say it..the West Coast gotts Mexicans and the East Coast got African Americans. Its the difference in the majority of minorities. There aren't nearly as many Mexi's on the east as on the west, I mean, sometimes when I'm walking around L.A. I forget that I'm not in Tijuana.

8)All the student housing comes with heaters...and get this, the kids know how to turn them on, and get this... they use them! BECAUSE ITS FRIKIN FREEZING THERE.

In Honor of Blake Piper...

2005-02-12T18:41:00.000-08:00

In Honor of Blake Piper...
Originally uploaded by Beribelle.

So last night was in honor of Blake Piper. Michelle, my new roomate, and I got silly together and baked a bundt in honor of our friend Blake. See without Blake, Michelle and I never would have been baking this choclatey bundt of goodness in the first place because we never would have met. In honor of Blake, we named our bundt "Piper-san"...mostly for lack of a more creative nickname. Nevertheles "Piper-san" was born and enjoyed by the two of us while we rejoyced in the fact that Blake Piper had brought us together and made us the best of friends.
Things we learned while baking our bundt:
1)Old eggs don't make you sick, even if the date is a month old.
2)You should always make sure you add the water BEFORE you start beating your mixture
3)Electric beaters can be very creepy..
4)We don't have any muffin tins...BUT WE DO HAVE A BUNDT PAN!
5)Sprikles are really good right out of the box.
6)With out Blake Piper me and Michelle never would have been friends....we love you Blake!!

Happy New Year

2005-02-08T11:54:00.000-08:00

Happy New Year
Originally uploaded by Beribelle.

THE BLOG IS BACK...

Roy Horn...

2005-02-08T11:46:00.000-08:00

Roy Horn...
Originally uploaded by Beribelle.

This semester brings a few changes into my life, some for better some for worse, depending on which way you look at it.
Roy Horn aka Danny aka Skip aka my 24 hours of entertainment has left the building, and by 'left the building' I mean he has moved out of the house. Yes folks he has packed up and moved out so he could become more, how should I put it, frat-abulous.
Now, for those of you that know me, and know me well, you know that having Danny out of the house is like having my right arm chopped off. It was wierd at first, you know, not having a right arm, but I got used to it after a while.
Things I miss now that Danny's gone:
-Those middle of the night calls to save his life while he is stranded somewhere in L.A. passed out in his own puke.
-Boys of Summer blasting in the living room.
-His work out sessions in the living room during the repetes of Boys of Summer....mmmm sweaty men....
-Romantic evenings, mornings, mid-mornings, afternoons, mid-afternoons, nights and late-nights with Traveler.
-Giving eachother shit for no reason what so ever at all, just because we care :)

Don't be a Fool, Wrap your Tool

2004-11-22T23:30:00.000-08:00

So, I saw a commercial for Trojans; they're making condoms now, that heat up when you put them on, for both parties.. Wow.
I wonder if selling condoms in all different colors, flavors, shapes, and textures was a marketing scheme to help sell a failing product, or an extension off of a an already booming product because of the AIDS epidemic...hmmm.
You can always tell a virgin when they wont buy condoms. If you're not perfectly fine with walking into a store and purchasing a little box that 78 other people that very same day bought before you, you are not ready to have sex my friend.
Don't Be a Fool. Wrap Your Tool.

2004-11-18T13:15:00.000-08:00

Sometimes you feel like a nut, and sometimes you just don't. Sometimes your internet works, and sometimes it doesn't. Sometimes you get laid, and sometimes you don't...and that sucks. What is worse...not having internet? Or not getting laid? For how long? Seriously people, what kind of world are we living in where we can manage to go without rubbing one out for a day but we go bonkers without being online for 24 hours? I mean really.

Don't you wish everyone used Dial? Frankly, I don't give a crap. I'm a Caress and Olay girl myself. I believe that soap is soap and if it makes me smell good, thats all I really care about.

Sitting in the computer lab is no place to pick up guys, even if you are on a roll lately. Being single is like a roller coaster ride. When your up, your up high, but when your down, your pretty F-in down and no going much of anywhere. The ups are cool and they come in rushes and fast rolls, right before your very eyes, before you can even see them coming. Damn that was a great analogy. Props Meg....props.

So You Wanna Play Wit Da Big Boyz

2004-11-17T11:59:00.000-08:00

Thursday night was Cool Because:
I got all dressed up like a girly-girl and went to Sharkeez. Then I made out with Nick in front of all my friends so they could make fun of me about it later. Good times.
Sara made a fool out of herself in front of her dick-head-non-boyfriend by dancing in place and falling on a large rock.
Friday night was Cool Because:
It was just like old times again, partying it up at my place.
We hazed some pledges.
I took advantage of some kid straight outta Boston.
Saturday night was Cool Because:
We killed U of A.
We didn't get killed at that ghetto liquor store in the middle of B-F-E.
I got to go to bed before 3 AM, even though I got up at 6.

When It Rains It Pours

2004-11-17T11:40:00.000-08:00

Well Homecoming Rocked. And, like I stated earlier, it was a test of my Rockstar capabilities, which I think I lived up to as best as I could. The weekend def. kicked off quite an unexpected storm, which I think I could get used to. A unexpected man storm that is. The Dry Spell is looking up my friends...lets just say, the opportunities are knocking and I am at the door. So men...let the games begin.
God bless Mother Nature She's a single woman too She took over heaven And she did what she had to do
It's raining men Hallejulah It's raining men Amen!

2004-11-09T23:39:00.000-08:00

So, apparently I wear a sign around my neck that says, "Hey, hot guys..you gotta girlfriend? Good, come hit on me and lead me on all night and then drop me off. Alone. I like that kind of flirting." It's flirting alright. Flirting with disaster. Moohaha.

On the brighter side, man, are we discovering a great array of bars, and it only took us 4 years to do it. I mean we have discovered Gold. And by Gold, I do mean Gold. (Names and Places will not be revealed for reasons that will remain unstated.) One word. Okay, 3 words: BOOZE-TO-GO.

Catching baby alley cats in the backyard is a lot like fishing for bass, only you use a wooden rod and canned tuna intead of a pole and worms. Just got to get their little but vicious teeth wrapped around that wood, and yank! It's a challenge Danny and I try to conquer many a day.

Just so everyone knows, taking Los Angeles public transportation, I.E., the metro bus, is not a good idea. Taking Los Angeles public transportation, that is the metro bus dressed as slutty snow white and ready for action red riding hood, is never a good idea. Not even on Halloween. Not ever. ..Ever.

Buy your tickets folks. We're going to Miami in January. SC tastes Oranges.

No Sex In This City

2004-11-09T15:11:00.000-08:00

So after sever attempts and several complete FAILURES in the boy-meets-girl-and-lets-not-be-shy arena I have come back to my orginal conclusion that A) Men suck. B) I am obviously suffering from the invisiblity curse that someone has struc upon me for some awful reason of which I am unaware.
**Intersting Fact: In the girl-meets-girl arena I have managed to receive a phone number from an eager but very dike-ish young lesbian. This means I am giving off the gay vibe now, even though I am trying harder than I have ever had to try before in my life to get a guy. There is only one conclusion to this. I am suffering from a curse.
Rejection after rejection. It's a slippery slope. The first one. Then the second.
Could this be the end of my heterosexuality as we all know it?

Halloween

2004-11-01T18:31:00.000-08:00

HPIM1285
Originally uploaded by Beribelle.

I don't think we're in Kansas anymore. And for the last time, he is not Harry Potter, he is Waldo. And I found him...he he.

Ooh baby

2004-11-01T18:29:00.000-08:00

HPIM1311
Originally uploaded by Beribelle.

So Sara and I went as Fairytale "mistresses." Snow-not-so-White and Lil-Red-Pleather-Hood. We trooted our way around Hollywood with some other friends and took photos galore with adoring fans. Can you blame them? I mean really.

awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

2004-11-01T18:25:00.000-08:00

HPIM1275
Originally uploaded by Beribelle.

NOW, IS IT POSSIBLE TO NOT LOVE THIS? IS IT? I MEAN, REALLY?

2004-10-24T19:29:00.000-07:00

THINGS I LEARNED THIS WEEK

1) Drunk people suck. Especially when you're not drunk.
2) Men suck. Do you need an explanation?
3) Always lock you bike. Even though you live in a gated house and you keep your piece of shit pink bike in the back yard behind the BBQ. Because it will get stolen in the middle of the night after a shut out football game.
4)You can fit 14 USC starting football players and Lil Megs in an elevator at the Marriot Hotel.
5)All of those starters think Lil Megs is some crazy little white girl.
6)Out of all the nicknames I have ever received in the house Lil Megs seemes to be the one that sticks. Except for Meggers which still gets used. And now Funsize has been brought back except now is projected towards the bike.

...and, i have no life

2004-10-22T23:07:00.000-07:00

It's great living in a house with 8 people and here's why. 1) It's real easy for me to pretend that I'm not a loser cuz there are always people around me 2) I'm automatically invited to the parties 3) I get to live vicariuosly through 8 different roomates love lives, ok more like 5 but still that is a lot. 4) I still get to see the men in their undies...yum 5)Even if they get sick of me, they could never complain about me cuz the land lady the cleaning lady and the maintenance man love me like thier own child. oh my god, i just realized, i think our cleaning lady is one of my good friends. no, i know she is. oh wow. dear god, please send me a little bird, WITH A LIFE ATTACHED TO IT!!!

2004-10-22T23:01:00.000-07:00

I don't have time for your bullshit, okay. So, just like, write it on a

post-it or something and I'll take a look at it when I feel like

thumbing through the trash.

Some people are just Assholes

2004-10-22T22:36:00.000-07:00

Mama: "Treat people how you would want them to treat you."

Yeah, because that seems to be working out great for me lately.

CRANKYNESS = COOLNESS

2004-10-21T17:17:00.000-07:00

COOL THINGS THAT HAPPENED ON MY BAD DAY: THURSDAY

1) My hair looked really good this morning

2) A hot SAE guy told me I was sexy, and not in that drunk sleazy I want to sleep with you way.....or was it..hhhmmmmmm ;)

3) My class got cancelled, just as I was scrambling to finish my project

2004-10-11T18:04:00.000-07:00

Maybe some day you'll see
What kind of woman I can be
You'll finally realize what you're missing
By then, you won't be worth it to me.

2004-10-04T16:51:00.000-07:00

Gray fades to black as the night grows
And my bed grows bigger everynight
As I lay awake confusion sets in and
Questions dance in and out of my head
Pounds in pain
From all this distress
That blends with the bad that blends with the good
Things happen to good people
Walk the Earth in hopes of
Finding happiness
Is just sadness dressed in smiles.

DRINK THAT BEER,YOU CUM CATCHER!

2004-10-01T01:38:00.000-07:00

So, FIRE EXTINGUISERS aren't all that they're cracked up to be. Today Ante and I lit a fire in the back yard and then played with the house fire extinguiser. It sounds like something Danny and I would get into..only better planned and more thought out. So, it's basically powder that comes out of that little red can. Not as exciting as it looks on tv...no, not at all.

Meg & Cer

2004-09-30T16:26:00.000-07:00

Meg & Cer
Originally uploaded by Beribelle.

Just a lil visual reminder of how damn cute we are, to those of you who may have forgotten

Things I have learned at the Adams House this week:

2004-09-30T15:54:00.000-07:00

1)Never undersetimate the use of a roll of toilet paper. It can always be used as an indoor football.

2)They might as well just re-name the Fashion District, "Tijuana."

3)Red Bull, if used correctly, can be a cheaper alternative to crack.

4)If I have children, I'd prefer not to have a girl. And if I have a girl, I'd like to ship her off somewhere when she's going through her "I know everything and you know nothing and I can do whatever I want because I am a teenage bitch" stage.

5)A melted solo cup cannot be removed without ripping off the first layer of paint from the floor, no matter how long you try to re-melt it to make it gooey.

I want a new drug...

2004-09-25T13:56:00.000-07:00

So.. I have decided that I want a new drug. Yes, a brand new drug, one that won't make me sick. I need something more in my life, but one that wont make me crash my car or even make me feel 3 feet thick. We don't need that, no. I am talking about a new drug.. One that won’t make me nervous, wondering what to do. Yes, I need a brand new drug...Perhaps one that makes me feel like I feel when I’m with you. Ooh...yes, that feeling i get when I’m alone with you, baby.

It's raining DICKS!

2004-09-24T09:11:00.000-07:00

So last night I arrive home from class as I usualy do at the usual time and I come home to see Richard sitting on the couch in the family room watching TV. Now youre probably thinking, big f-in deal...well it is a big f-in deal. Catching Richard out of his room is like catching a fish out of water (what a nice clean wholesome analogy that was). But wait there is more. So 5 of us are watching boxing on TV and then KC decides he is going to go to Del Taco, and who invites himself to go along? You guessed it...old Tricky Dicky himself. It's like I'm taking crazy pills...well, I am, but we're speaking theoretically here...it's like I'm taking crazy pills and living in a crazy house. Someone killed Richard and took over his body. I'm telling you, something very wierd is going on around here, and I like it. This morning I stumbled down the stairs to get a cup of coffee and Richard was talking to Ante in the kitchen in his BOXER SHORTS. Now, dont get me wrong, I enjoy seeing the men in this house walk around in their boxers just as much as the next girl, but you're not seeing my point. Before a couple weeks ago, we didn't even know Richard had the ability to wear boxers. We thought he was some other creature from a different planet who lacked the ability to socialize and even talk for that matter. It's wierd to see Richard around the house, but wierd in that exciting kind of way...kind of like we have a new roomate. Well, he kind of is the new guy, not really , but kind of.
So this is the first time in a very long long time that I have not made the trip to Palo Alto for the weekender. I would like nothing more than to spend the weekend partying and watching football, but i have a HUGE midterm that I am probably going to fail next week and I need to spend the weekend trying to study for it. If you will excuse me now, I have to pee like a race horse

What every Man NEEDS to know about a Woman

2004-09-22T13:03:00.000-07:00

EVERY MAN NEEDS TO KNOW:

1.) She fakes it. The heavy breathing. The moans. The facial expressions. You're not as good as you think you are. Ask questions, if she's good, she'll tell you what to do and where to go.
2.)Always call. Even if you don't want to. If you ever want to get some ever again, you should call. Always call, it means more than you couls ever imagine.
3.) Whatever you are feeling, she is feeling the same thing only three times as much.
4.)Always appologize, even if you didn't do anything wrong. If she's mad, you're not getting any.
5.) Never criticize her driving, and if you do, see rule 4.
6.) Never finish until she finishes. And if you can't help it, never fall asleep without going again. And if you do fall asleep, because you always do, make it up to her the next night, twice.
7.)If she's a virgin, tell her you're one too, it will make her feel special. If she's not a virgin, and you are, don't lie...she can tell...trust me. If you've been between more legs than a gynocologist don't show off, being with a guy who is a walking STD is a turn off.
8.)When she is talking about her problems always respond with, "How did that make you feel?" or "Tell me more about that" or "I totally understand"
9.)We like you to make the first move. No, usually means yes, especially when it is said like, "uh uh."
10.)Never call her cute. Cute is what fat girls get called. Tell her she's hot, even if she's not. You want to get laid don't you?
11.) Cuddling is not necessary, but never get up right away and leave. This is a sure sign that you think she is "cute" and only good for one thing.
12.)Honesty is key. But you should lie selectively. If she asks you, "did you call me over just for a blow job?" don't be nice and do the honest thing and say "yes." Jesus, are you all really this stupid?
13.)Never underestimate how much she thinks about sex. Usually, if you are thinking about it, she is thinking about it too, she just isn't an asshole about it.
14.)Every girl likes a little dirty talk. Tell her how hot she makes you..this works everytime.
15.) Reciprocate.
16.)Compliment her on how much better she is at things than your last girlfriend, even if it's not true.
17.) Tell her you miss her when she's not around. Even if you havn't thought about her in days.
18.) She knows when you're lying, even after you say it and she doesn't argue. Nine times out of ten we know you are not telling the truth, but we choose not to fight about it. We aren't as stupid as you think.
19.)How ever many men she's told you she's been with, add 3 more to the list.
20.)How many times do you masterbate a week? She does it more.

I'm starting a Fraternity

2004-09-20T23:34:00.000-07:00

So, you want to start a Fraternity do you? Well the answer to that question is , "Yes, I do." I want to start a fraternity, a really cool one. And I want to be rush chair and be in charge of all the rushees and who is and is not allowed in the Fraternity. I also am going to be pledge master, or Pledge Mistress, rather. I am going to haze the shit out of those big, macho, sexy pledges. They must listen to everything I say and obey every order. I am going to make them get naked in a room and perform all sorts of...well I can't tell you all the details, its for members only. But I can tell you this, they better come ready for action. They are going to work work work until I am completely satisfied. No messing around here, we are talking the real deal, and if he can't handle what I have to give, then he is dinged out of the house for sure. Of course he will have to be on call for cuddling as well as ate night girl talks. He can only get a signature for listening to a good 30 min of complaining. Also, deliveries are important, except no daisies or carnations boys, those are tacky. Every Monday each pledge must wear the same attire, a suit of our choosing. In our fraternity the Suit of choice is the lovely color of nude by the name of "Birthday." Each pledge must wear their Birthday Suit to the house on Mondays and hand deliver something special to each active member. (Open to Imagination). The goal of our fraternity is to admit as many hot men as we need in order to satisfy its members in every way humanly possible. Oh, and the colors are going to be pink and electric blue. House Animal: Tenderheart, but don't be mistaken, he can be naughty too...heheeeeeheeeehehahahaaaaaaahaaaaaahaaaaaahaaaaa.

I DID IT GUYS!!

2004-09-20T08:48:00.000-07:00

Yes, you guessed it, I drank alcohol and I got drunk. It was Ante's 21st birthday so I had to join in the fun. I just couldn't handle it anymore. I did it, and boy did I have a good time. And....something CRAZY happened, something you would never believe..its astonishing..and no I did not get laid....RICHARD CAME OUT AND HUNG OUT WITH US. And not only that, he played a game of beer pong! Now, to those of you who know me very well, you know that Richard is one of my roomates, kind of. See Richard does not socialize with any of us. No really...I have lived with the kid for over a year now and I don't even know where he is from. He barely comes out of his room. He and his girlfriend stay locked in there all the time. They come out of their room only when people are not around...its so very bizarre. Kind of Twilight Zone-ish. But we have to hand it to Ante, who made all the magic happen. He got ol Dicky to join in the fun and even play a game of beer pong. You are all thinking, "so what" "he played beer pong, bing f-in' deal". We are talking about a kid who, in all his years at SC, has never been to a party. He has never been to the Row. Never. And, to top it off, I had a conversation with his girlfriend, well kind of. I did most of the talking and she basically smiled and nodded, but still!
It's wierd now you know? It's like when you hook up with someone for the frist time and the next day its awkward and you dont know how to act towards eachother. Thats how we are with Richard now. Like are we "friends" now? Do we say hi to eachother in passing now? Its awkward, but I am sure he will go back into his hibernation until the next time Ante forces him to come out and have a good time with the rest of us.
So, youre probably thinking that since I drank, I can go back to my old self again..and by old self, I mean an alcoholic. Well, my young citizens, the answer is no. I have been suffering ever since the other night and must go back to being sober until we get this whole brain thing figured out. And hopefully that will be soon, because I am getting pretty damn lonely over here all by myself. I need some companionship, and by companionship...well, I think you all know what I mean....he he. But alas, until I can have some alcohol in my system it's pretty hard to find a man, me being so picky and all, oh and not to mention the men in LA SUCK ASS!!!! It seems I have been beat with the ugly stick and all the guys here have been beat with the I-only-go-for-tall-skinny-blonde-coke-heads-because-I-am-a-selfish-bastard-stick. But I'm not bitter.
On a brighter side of Los Angeles, SC beat the crap out of BYU on Saturday. It started out a lil slow, but we finished string. I liked seeing Hershel get a lil bit of playing time and I loved that Matt Cassel is back at 2nd QB because I love him! He is awesome, so sweet. I would put a poicture in here, but to be totally honest with you...I am too damn lazy to get off my fat ass and go get my camera which is all the way downstairs to upload the pictures. Yes, people, I really am that lazy. Catch ya on the flip side.

An Ode Alcohol

2004-09-14T12:04:00.000-07:00

Alcohol
Originally uploaded by Beribelle.

So, I have realized for the 100th time today that my life would be a lot easier if I could drink alcohol. You don't actually realize how much good it does until it is actually gone. For instance, I feel terrible right now, having a bad day, down in the dumps..and do you know what would really pick me up right now? A nice shot of Jim Beam. Or Jack. Or Grey Goose, oh hell, who am I kidding, anything would be great right about now. Now, I am not saying that in order to function as a normal human being I need to be drunk, no, I am not saying that at all. I just mean that it would make life a hell of a lot easier. I think I would be a lot for fun too. Some substances come close to matching alcohol...wait...no...they don't.
P.S. These are not the words of an alcoholic, simply words from a lonely college girl who just wants to make the most of her senior year...by being drunk... all the time.

a weeknd away..ok, not really but still

2004-09-13T09:38:00.000-07:00

So, here I am on a Monday morning after an eventful but not overly exciting weekend. Top moments of the weekend: our football team killed Colorado State 49 to 0, which rocked and put me in an excellent mood for Saturday night. Lowest moment of the weekend: when my little brother and my cousin got lost in Compton which could have been avoided if they used a little thing called common sense...dumb asses. Anyways, this weekend centered around Trojan Footbal and brought a sense of nostalgia for all living in the Adams house. This weekend reminded us all of a few things: 1) That our Football team is still un-stop-able 2) That the victory bell in our living room still arouses excitement no matter how f-ing loud Ante rings it 3) And that no matter what you feeling is towards certain ex-roomates...ehem Paul Lewis..his boisturous, and oftentimes obnoxious presence is missed, even Sara admitted to that.
So, with Sara gone again after the weekend and Paul back to Nor Cal where we wont hear from him until the next time he decides to grace us with his presence, I am forced to return to my everyday life consisting of eating, Nintendo, TV, and the attending of occasional classes. No more living in last semester, its time to start living in the now. Take charge of my life. Live it to its fullest. Face the ring of fire known as reality. Okay, thats enough.

Sara

2004-09-07T00:17:00.000-07:00

Sara
Originally uploaded by Beribelle.

A tribute to my bestest bud *Cer. It seems to be that whenever I am around Sara I am happy and not in pain..well most of the time. I think Sara and I have learned a lot from eachother...I cant think of anything right now, but I know there have been a lot of things. We've shared good and bad times, drunk and sober times. Once Sara made me a cake for my birthday and she frosted it pink and decorated it with Care Bears. I don't remember seeing the cake, but the pictures came out nice. Ane one of our first nights in the house we drank wine and glued blue dots to one anothers faces. This may all sound like crazy games to you people, but to us it is a symbol of our friendship. I am so glad I have Sara as my girlfriend..where would I be without her? I would be without an accomplice (remember when we broke into Cam's apartment), without a wingman, without a designated driver, and above all with out an awesome girlfriend. Cer, thanks for being my one and only, my partner in crime, my bosom buddy..okay I think I will stop now; you get the picture. Peace Out

Oh Me Oh My

2004-09-03T01:32:00.000-07:00

Well friends and lovers, but mostly friends cuz I have no lovers....its getting to be that time of year where you relalize that everyone in college is gettin some except for you...yes, even that fire-crotched, pimple-faced bastard is getting some, while you are left in the dark. And that sucks, cuz no one likes to be left in the dark, well not alone anyways. I mean don't get me wrong, I've had offers and many of opportunities, however I'm just not diggin it. So basically I am a choosy begger, and that doen't work because beggers can't be choosy.
Right about now, I should be out partying my cute lil ass off, but I am here at home typing on a computer...how much of a dork am I. Don't answer that. Tasha left a bottle of So.Co. and Jack downstairs on the table. I took off the cap and put the bottle up to my nose and wafted the sweet odor of whiskey....mmmmm...whisky. I couldn't help myself, I had to have just a little taste, and me-oh-my was it sweet!
See I havn't been drinking all summer and for those of you who know me, know that that is quite a paradigm shift from my regular behavior. So today I have been feelng a little bit better and have made the executive decision to get absolutely blitzed on Saturday night. I mean, if I am going to go out, I am going to go all out. I know, I am probably going to be very sick the two days after, but I am going to live with that. I am just going to have to suffer the consequences. I am hoping something magical will come out of Saturday night and my life will turn upsidown, just like it was last semester. Read next week for an update of this weekend's drunken mishaps. I promise an extremely crazy conclusion...I have just kind of been in that kind of mood.

Tip your cup up

2004-08-30T12:25:00.000-07:00

So..Sara got bombed. And when I say bombed, I mean nuclear bombed. As she pulled her head up off the couch, hair matted to her pretty lil face, eyes bleeding, and on the verge of vomit she asked me, "who made me drink all that poison known as alcohol?" Well, I wish I was at fault, but it was all her own. Not remember who won the football game is sure fire way to tell that you were fucked up. Not to mention that when we got back from the irish pub, she took a face plant onto the couch and didnt move for the next 4 and a half hours. I left her there and we all went out, when I came back she was in hell, not to mention in my bed. And while her visit in hangover hell sucked more than she could ever imagine, she was the life of the party...and we have the pictures to prove it!
But Sara wasn't the only one blacked out that night. And for those of you who were around, you know I am talking about the new addition to our house...Danny. Yes, yes, he was quite a sight when we picked him up off the street, sitting ont he curb with a case of bud light in a coors light box. There were so many things that entertained us this night that I can't even get into them all. The entire night rocked, except for the part where I had to sleep on the couch.
If I were cool like Blake and Joe, I would have some awesome stories to tell about that night...stories about kareoke in some dive bar and meeting up with toothless prostituites. But I'm not, so I don't.
Sara and I have decided to move to the beach next year. We are moving there because the guys are hot. Plus it would be cool to live near the beach and tan everyday..but mostky because the guys are hot. We are gonna become regulars at some hole in the wall bar where only hot surfers with rediculous bodies who love cute little brunette girls hang out. Then we are gonna stumble home with those hot surfers and let Magic do the rest. And by magic I mean more alcohol. I mean, if you think about it, alcohol really is magic. It turns Beats into Babes, makes you feel like a Babe, and allows you to do really cool things that you would never dream about doing otherwise..plus an added bonus: it allows you to forget about the embarassing and stupid things that you would normally never do. Magic I tell you, simply magic. So, are you thinking maybe that you drink too much and that its getting in the way of work or school? Are you having financial problems because of drinking? Do you wake up in strange places with strange people? Well, if you are just remember: "You're not an alcoholic. Alcoholics go to meetings so youre just a drunk." Now, dont you feel better?

Ode to when I was Cool

2004-08-25T17:33:00.000-07:00

Ode to when I was Cool
Originally uploaded by Beribelle.

So..alone I sit contemplating what to do with myself now that I am a loser. Yes people, the social world is currently at my fingertips but am I grabbing? No. Why you may ask? Well because I suck now. I suck a lot. I can't drink, and if you know me, you know that is a serious damper on my college experience, not to mention my life as we all know it. So this entry, accompanied by a picture of me and Nic on a night I barely remember, is an Ode to When I was Cool.

Headache headache go away
Please don't come back another day
I want to go out and have some fun
I want to go out and get some.
Headache headache why must you be
annoying as hell, just let me be.
I used to fun, I used to be cool
I used to drink vodka then skip school.
I used to make out with all my friends
Girls, boys, there was no end.
Remember when I danced the night away?
Remember when I was drunk for the month of May?
Remember all the shots me and Peggy took before class?
Oh do you remember when my life didn't suck so much ass?

hmmm

2004-08-24T17:01:00.000-07:00

hmmm
Originally uploaded by Beribelle.

So...today was the first day of school for me. I am a little perplexed, as you can see in the picture. I am sitting in my comm class today and as usual the auditorium was flodded with sorority. A great sea of blonde and tan with a mix of hot pinks and blues. As I sat in the back row as I usually do, I noticed an aray of stupidity enter the left side door as 8 Pi Phi's tried to join their other 4 Pi Phi's on the right side. Now this sounds harmless, but it is a little distressing when 8 blonde chicks all wearing the same colored tank top and same colored skirts can't figure out how to climb over the Tri Delts, who I must add were decorated in neon pink and hawaiian flowers. The distressed Pi Phi's decided to quit and begin frowning and whining because they just can't handle not sitting next to their coke head bubblies for a whole hour. Now everyone knows that I am not anti-Greek like all my other friends, but this just makes it all that much harder for me to defend them when my friends compare sorority girls to heroin addicts: "heroin is to heroin addicts what a sorority is to those girls...they need it to survive life."

My Party

2004-08-23T09:29:00.000-07:00

So..Saturday night was my party, and it was okay excpet for the fact that I can't drink and the fact that a lot of my friends left really early. But it's cool cuz I got to know my new neighbors, not to mention all their cute friends, so that was cool. Joe and Blake win the prize for having the best time while they were here. They rocked the beer pong table and probably got the most drunk.
Today is the first day of school, but not for me because I am cool. And cool people don't have classes on Mondays...or Fridays. Maybe after I start taking my steroids my headaches will go away and I can be cool again like how I used to be, when I didnt suck so much ass. The new guys moved in last night, Danny and Ante. And they are cool, not to mention some nice eye candy. They both have the phattest rooms in the house, which I would be jealous about if I hadnt turned my room into a Sexy Bachelorette Pad. Yeah thats right. It's sexy. Very pink and very rosey. And it smells like girl too. Yes people, I have transformed into a girl. Another way in which I suck now...disappointing I know, but don't you worry. I'll be back in the game, beating you men at vodka shots soon enough. Some day....(sigh).

Guess what tonight is?

2004-08-20T09:14:00.000-07:00

Well folks, tonight is the night. Its Van Halen time. Yes that's right, and man have I been waiting for it. I have had a bitchen migraine for the past 2 days, and I have been praying to God everynight that he will let me be headache free for tonight, so he better answer that prayer, God dammit! Sara and I are going; she's not as big a Van Halen fan as me, but Mama said, "take whoever you would have the most fun with" and that is mostdef Cer. So headache or not we are goin to Dance the Night Away. So I met the new chicks who moved in next door and they're cool as hell and excited to be at SC. I invited them to the party that we are having on Saturday night, the party in which we are not allowed to have according to our renters agreement. So hopefully I wont get evicted. But I have a good story planned already for Robin if in case I do get caught.
I realize this is a lot of reading for all of you college kids, probably more than you ever do all year, so my rambling is finished....for now. Muuuhahahahahaaaaaaa. (Don't ask, I just went with it).

Here it is guys...

2004-08-18T23:01:00.000-07:00

Ok, so this whole blog trend is whizzing right by me, so I decided to jump on the blogging bandwagon. Sara doesnt think I can do it. She says "you don't even read mine, what makes you think you can keep up with your own." Well, I'm doin it dammit...you'll see..I'll show you all. Actually, she's probably right. I probably will end up not keeping up with it. Any-whoot, today I bought a bunch of cute pink things for my room. Yes I am trying to convert my room from a batchelor pad, to a nice cozy cute room...or shall I say Batchelorette Pad. Well, I think I am going to take back what I bought cuz something is just not right. It looks all wrong, Manny agrees.
Today I had trouble trying to beat Crashman in Megaman 2 for Nintendo. He is a tough little dude. I have used Metal Blade, Fire Ball, Leaf Shield, I just cant kill him. God, it pissees me off. On a happier note, I want to thank all my friends for showing up at El Cholo on my birthday...if you were there, you know I had great fun...too much fun; I paid for it on Friday morning, and friday afternoon and night, and well into Saturday morning. But regardless, it was a goodtime. Oh and sorry Paul for drunk dialing you and yelling obscenities; at the time, I simply could not understand why you refused to pick up the phone...but I understand now...I wouldnt want to talk to an obnoxious drunk woman, even if she was the cutest thing to ever walk the face of the earth...but seriously, sorry. And anyone else that I may have drunk dialed, I am sorry too...I think.
So my neurologist finally called in my prescription for me. It's a new drug I have never taken. It is supposed to stop the headaches for 2 weeks or so, which rocks. But of course there is a catch, a big one. The pharmacist says to me "the medication will make you bigger..much bigger, like you are swollen, but don't be alarmed." WHAT?! Don't be alarmed?! Youre telling me that I am going to blow up llike the Pillsbury Dough Boy and I shouldn't be alramed about it. Joe is excited aboout me getting fat. He said, "I think you are overlooking the positives of being 'Fat Meg'; I am so down with hanging out with 'Fat Meg'." Good God Joesph it's not a game for Christ sake. Well, luckily the fatness is only supposed to last for 6 days. So I need to find a place to hide for 6 days....hmmm...

Wouldn't you like to know...

i smell football....

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We're Goin Down...

MY REDICULOUSLY DRUNK ASS BIRTHDAY!!!

The Pier (in Hermosa, for the non-locals)

LAZZZZZY

It's Break-up Season...?

MY SPACE

"...You Inspire Me"

Heeeheee

You Make me Wanna La La and ...

You Make me Wanna LA LA...

~~REVISIONS TO "WHAT EVERY MAN NEEDS TO KNOW~~~

...Workin Nine to Five...yeh yeh yehhh

GRADUATION

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Graduation is creeping up on us...

WOAHHHHHHHH

Happy Birthday Danny.

College is ending and so is my life.

Bad Day

Why Spring Break has caused me a nervous break down:

Oh yes they did...

Winter

Paranas need love too!!

Oh Ante...How ever are you going to get out?

East Coast vs. West Coast

In Honor of Blake Piper...

Happy New Year

Roy Horn...

Don't be a Fool, Wrap your Tool

So You Wanna Play Wit Da Big Boyz

When It Rains It Pours

No Sex In This City

Halloween

Ooh baby

awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

...and, i have no life

Some people are just Assholes

CRANKYNESS = COOLNESS

DRINK THAT BEER,YOU CUM CATCHER!

Meg & Cer

Things I have learned at the Adams House this week:

I want a new drug...

It's raining DICKS!

What every Man NEEDS to know about a Woman

I'm starting a Fraternity

I DID IT GUYS!!

An Ode Alcohol

a weeknd away..ok, not really but still

Sara

Oh Me Oh My

Tip your cup up

Ode to when I was Cool

hmmm

My Party

Guess what tonight is?

Here it is guys...

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