Can you believe this?

You need to check this out. This story is insane, and my jaw was dropped the ENTIRE time I viewed it. I am thoroughly appalled by this woman. (It's a 2-3 minute long video, definitely worth the watch...especially with the things she says towards the end).

http://media.spikedhumor.com/24864/insane_woman_on_fox_news.wmv

Second Photo Post!

I cut my hair.

Sad day...

BEFORE:

Nevermind the fact that it's a horrible shot of me....

AFTER:

It's me and Crys...you'll probably have to click on the pic to see it better, but it's shoulder-length....she hacked off eight inches...I'm not thrilled, but it feels nice...that's a good thing, right?

Don't ask me why I cut it, because I don't know...

Ciao.

Photo Post -DANGER: DO NOT VIEW IF YOUR STOMACH IS WEAK

Crystal and I decided to take on the task of cleaning the apartment of her boyfriend, Tristian. Crystal is moving in with him next month and the place was in complete disarray. I mean, his bed was a mattres, placed on the floor in the living room. Sadly, I only brought out the camera when there was about an hour left of cleaning (there were six total)....

Upon walking into the house, you were overcome with the stench of feet and poop....it was horrible... (TRUST ME, YOU NEED TO CLICK ON THE PICS TO SEE THE DETAIL OF DIRTINESS)

Crystal, wearing her mood on her chest...

Here is one view of the bathroom...look at the toilet! It's so nasty. See the box of tissues on the floor near the toilet? That was his toilet paper...

Another view of the bathroom...around the door was the shower/tub, where we found....

This was two shower curtains. We were gagging and our eyes were watering as we tried to put it in the plastic bag. Yes, that curtain used to be the color of the bag, clear/white...it smelled like the worst case of diarrhea I've ever had the misfortune to whiff....our senses were assaulted with the way it looks and reeked....horrible!

In the kitchen, where we found countless bottles, moldy food, random stains..

The sink. I started to do dishes when a spider jumped on my hand from inside the sink....I wasn't too ambitious after that..

SEVEN bags of trash, including the one in the trash container. See the two pizza boxes on top? I found a piece of pizza still inside one of them that was so hardened, I used it to play soccer on the kitchen floor.

And where it ended, Crystal and I on the couch, a few drinks and very dirty feet.

Pictures!

So...my "surprise" was not a surprise for me. It was for my cousin Kyle, who is dating my bestest buddy Sona. Kyle lives an hour and a half away.

What was the surprise? Sona herself.

Now...back in the day, Sona and Kyle dated and actually became engaged. It lasted all of 8 months due to distance (Colorado and Vermont). They NEVER got to see one another. Sona is stationed in Quantico Virginia, about a 8 hour drive (conservatively)...Sona can drive it in 6-7 hours. They only recently started talking, and haven't seen one another since they broke up, three years ago...

About a week and a half ago, Sona and I were talking, and decided that she should take a day off and visit. She's without transportation for the time being (she's been in Quantico for only two weeks), so the folks at Greyhound.com hooked us up with cheap cheap tickets (military discount) to come up and stay for a few nights. She did, and we surprised Kyle yesterday, showing up at his home at the crack of dawn. He was thrilled.

We spent that day at the mall, McDonalds, at a park, going on walks and hanging out at his house. He has a son named Noah, who is absolutely adorable...These pictures are a reunion...and I think they are wonderful...(P.S., I love you guys!)







This is their first picture together, with all three. They look so natural together, don't they? It was so easy to capture these awesome pictures because they are so photogenic... (and yes, Kyle does think of himself as a "gangsta")


















This would be me and Crystalski....

















All of us ladies...at McDonalds....













Crystal hamming it up....












Kyle, Sona and Noah...I love taking pics in black & white...especially with people who photograph as well as these guys...
















I love, love, love Noah!

There's some PDA in a few pictures, sorry....

Aw.....

Notice Sona's bling...a gifto from Kyle...

This was their goodbye (Sona is wearing Kyle's shirt)...how awesome is this pic? These are all candids..but I love how both of their eyes are open in this last one...beautiful

Ciao.

Akila, Black and Whites

Akila, with a sock on her head....is that one happy cat or what?

Sarah, after we went bowling, at Friendly's Restaurant.

Sarah again, checking out her reflection.

Tristian and Shane, on the other side of the booth.

My beautiful cousin, Crystal.

Sarah and I.

More pictures....

Farmer Boy (Ethan) and me (with hair in face, lovely).

Wally-World! (Notice how the light is turning yellow...Crystal ran the light entirely, it was red before we even reached the intersection...)

This a deer we saw on the windy way home...he ran away after my flash, but it was a pretty cool animal.

Sorry the pic isn't the best quality, but it just shows how bumpy and wonderful (to me) the backroads of New England are.

And here's me, happy despite my cold. (And what's going on with my crooked finger? And bushy eyebrows?! Oh well.)

So, that'd be the end of this month's photo post...I have a surprise coming to see me this weekend and there is surely going to be many more to come. :D

Ciao.

FAFSA!

Ugh! I am sooooo annoyed right now. I have curses ready to roll right off my tongue.

Fafsa.ed.gov is a piece of crap (for those who don't know what FAFSA is, it's a form to fill out with tax information for the government to decide whether or not one qualifies for aid to pay for college)! I filed my taxes as an independent this past year, as I paid rent, bills, utilities, etc. I made very little, but FAFSA required me to submit my mother's tax info to see if I am eligible for financial aid for college. My mom can't support me because she's in college herself (and I don't expect her to support me anyhow). So, FAFSA wouldn't let me file my fafsa form as an independent, though I claimed myself as such for the past tax year. So, taking my mom's information in account, FAFSA Freaks decide that I have money coming my way via my momma (though she doesnt make much either!) and won't let me add that she is in college herself! What in the world?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! Basically, I make a smidgen of money, and over 100% of my income will have to pay for college this year! :@!

BAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

CIAO!

Please HELP!

I've been doing a lot of selling on ebay and usually each transaction is completed successfully and without problems. However, one item, a green dress that I sold for my mom has the buyer complaining. I would like your help with this.

Here is the dress:






















Here is how I listed the item:

DESCRIPTION:
This dress is very cute, a dress that looks bad on a hanger but great on the body! Bright Green in color, it resembles a lot of Moda International peices I've sold and see before. It is size 14 and knee-length, very cute and in pristine condition! It is fully lined and zippers in the back.
All items are shipped from a smoke-free home.
SHIPPING:
I ship an item the next or same day that payment clears. I go to the post office twice a day so you can be sure that your item will arrive promptly! I prefer shipping Priority, but I leave the option up to you. I HIGHLY recommend purchasing insurance, I am not liable for whatever damages or losses of package occur after package has been left in the USPS's hands.
PAYMENT:
Payment is due within seven days of auction close. If there is any issue with paying, please let me know. I do not bite! I am willing to work with you on my items! I accept Paypal (with a confirmed address only) from all buyers. I accept money orders and personal checks from U.S. residents only. Orders will not be shipped until payment is cleared.

I specifically bolded the shipping part. I shipped the item after the winning bidder paid. She recieved it this morning and emailed me this:

"I just got the dress today - thanyou - but it has a significant snag on the front on the left side. It must have happened in mail transit because the corner of the box was broken into when I recieved it.... I tried to smooth it out as best I can but it still has a big loop and a pull of maybe 5 inches in length that runs vertically right up the bust of the dress. I haven't tried it on or anything - that's just how it was when it came from the box. I have been a seamstress for many years and would consider this snag to be unfixable. HELP!"

(part of importance is bolded) Now, my dilemma is this: as seen in the picture, there is no huge snag down the front of the bust. She and I have been maintaing contact today, and I explained that I am not liable for damages done to the item (which was in the box) once it is out of my hands, and in the Postal Service's, as I said in shipping. I also said that I recommend purchasing insurance for the items to avoid any mishaps that happen during transit (as happened in this case, with the box being broken into). She is very desperate for me to refund her money, however I don't feel it's my responsibility because I specifically said "I HIGHLY recommend purchasing insurance, I am not liable for whatever damages or losses of package occur after package has been left in the USPS's hands." I feel really bad for the problem that occured in shipping, because I've been there as well and it sucked. I also don't want negative feedback, as my record is spotless. My question is, what would you do?

Grazie, Ciao.

Books

I think I've gone mad.

A month or so ago, I noted that I had purchased over 100 books since January. Now, those were all paperbacks. I collected them, read most of them (a good lot of them I had read before and didn't feel like reading a second time). However, when I really noticed how easily damaged a paperback is, I changed my mind.

I bought hardbacks. It started off with just a few, to replace the paperbacks. I would sift through my hoard of books and find my favorites, then buy those instead. In two weeks, I've managed to accumulate ove 40 hardbacks. And that's not the end of it. I still have at least ten coming to me.

I'm going out of mind, up to my ears in books (I have a paperback collection that has been moved off my books shelves due to the lack of room).

While I'm going crazy, I decided to purchase one particular book, written by my favorite author. It just so happens her husband owns a book store and carries most of her novels. Many, many hardbacks. What's so special about this particular book is that the main character has the same name as myself. I have the book on tape, but I decided to go for it, and buy from her husband.

I recieved it on Friday. I opened it up and almost cried. Why? It was autographed. And not just one measly signature. My favorite author signed it to me especially, with a little message as well. I turned a few pages and found that this was her first book dedicated to her husband.

Now, you might think I'm being overly silly for just one signature. But, I've never had anything autographed to me. I've recieved autographs from many sports players and what have you, but nothing that said "Whitney" especially. So I'm touched and not a little thrilled. That book has now take priority on the bookshelf and I know I will never be able to part with it.

I'm going mad over my hardback book obsession. I guess there are worse things.

Ciao.

My Sundown

I'm coming to terms with the fact that I have lost a best friend.

No, not through death. Or not really. My ambition in pursuing this friendship died. It's not sudden. I find that friendships that dissolve overnight more often than not, rekindle. I didn't wake up this morning, from a night of laughs with this person, and suddenly say "we are no longer friends".

In truth, the whole thing started months ago. I noticed the change. We didn't finish one anothers' sentences, we had nothing to talk about, and we avoided one another like a plague. We didn't discuss it, we didn't try to rectify the distance we put between one another. I don't know how we changed, how we went from wanting to talk to each other about every single thing, to not even caring that we had nothing to say to one another.

In a big way, I wish it had ended dramatically, through a big argument instead of a quiet dissolution. In that way, perhaps we would try to come around and apologize, regretting our rash impulses. Eventually. Blame it on those rash impulses...."it was said in the heat of the moment"....But the situation now - what do we apologize for? Not caring enough to salvage what was left and make it better? Whose to say that we won't lose interest once again?

But, the sad thing is that I do care. After the fact. I'm losing myself in memories. I spent years of my life, devoting myself to this friendship, focusing on this person more than I have before. It took the ending for me to realize.

I tend to be pessimistic. But in this case, I'm sure that if I tried to go back to them, try to be their friend again, it wouldn't work.

It wouldn't seem unreasonable if this put me further into the lonliness I seem to gravitate towards. Oddly, it hasn't. Now, I'd be lying if I said that it did the opposite, because it hasn't. I'm sad, yes. But I find myself missing the moments we shared. Nostalgia. I don't feel an resounding absense in the friend slot they filled, just bittersweetness. I've changed in the last six months, so have they. The paths were on just don't interconnect. They won't.

It's not a matter of trying. I can just hear the optimistics, the idealists, shouting "If you want it, if you actively try, you can be friends again!" You can't try for something when your heart isn't fully in it. My heart isn't in it because it's not meant to continue. I'm fine with that, happy for the both of us. We'll both make new friends, create new ties. We'll probably both look back on six years of friendship and smile wistfully.

The title of this post is a song by Jimmy Eat World. If you have the chance, listen to it.

"No one cares.

I want to be so much more than this.

Good Goodbye, lovely time.

Good Goodbye, tinsel shine.

Good Goodbye, I'll be fine.

Good Goodbye, Good Goodnight."

Ciao.