At work yesterday, Brandi was telling me of how her older brother used to shove her into the sleeping bag, sit at the opening, and fart into it just to torchure her. It made me think of my own childhoold and how sister and I used to fight... There were some pretty bad kiddie fights we had. One time I stabbed her with a pencil... another time she cut my hair... or she would chase me around the house when I needed to go to the bathroom and so I would end up peeing in my pants. She says I used to kick her at night... but I beg to differ... I remember annoying her when we went to bed because I would walk on the tiles with no socks on and go to bed with cold feet... and then I'd rub my feet on her. When I was 6 years old, I remember sitting in the back of the car with my sister... wearing my favorite hat. This hat was the greatest hat ever because my nanang had crocheted it for me and I looked ever so cute whenever I wore it (or so I think). I don't know why, but suddenly Carlene went into this mad rage, grabbed my precious hat and THREW IT OUT THE WINDOW!! Oh my gosh... I started crying and begged my mom and dad to turn around so that we can get it... but no. My dear hat was gone. I'm not bitter at all... oh no. :P

Isn't it funny how some of these "horrible" flashbacks make you smile in embarassment or even pride. Thats right... I stabbed my sister with a pencil. It almost broke skin. Don't mess with my crayons.

But we knew we loved each other. Sure the whole "your dolls are my dolls and my dolls are MY dolls" mentality my sister had wasn't the greatest thing... but there was a time when my dad threated to give Carlene away to my Tita Lagring after we fought once and I started to cry... I guess I did love my annoying little sister... or when I scared Carlene into thinking I was running away and my proof was that I had actually put socks and underware into a bag... and she begged me not to go. *awww* She did love me!

On a side note... My mom used to play tricks on us. Like she'd turn off all the lights and hide in a corner while Carlene and I are crying "where are you mommy!!" and running around thinking we had been abandoned. Or she'd come home with all these surgical tools from work and said that if we were lying, she would cut off our tongues with them. Oh yeah... Those are some crazy memories...

So.. my sister was using my computer and had the most interesting conversation with Petey...

doubleup144: man...this is wacked
spaznik: HELLO...
spaznik: ITS CARLENE!
spaznik: NICOLE IS AWAY
spaznik: :-)
doubleup144: what the?
doubleup144: why you using Nicole's SN?
spaznik: I BEAT HER UP!!
spaznik: BECAUSE I CAN
doubleup144: oh no
doubleup144: I need to come save her
doubleup144: I'm on my way!
doubleup144: you's one meanass sister
spaznik: DUH!
spaznik: I WOULDNT COME OVER THOUGH
spaznik: ID KICK YOUR ASS
spaznik: AND YOU WOULD BE SAD
doubleup144: true......
doubleup144: Oh shit
doubleup144: I'm gonna go call up Joe
spaznik: WUURRD
spaznik: OH YEAH... I CAN BREAK HIM WITH MY PINKY
doubleup144: And bring my posse
doubleup144: ok...I"m trembling with fear now!
spaznik: LOL
spaznik: MUAHAHAHAHHAHAAHA
doubleup144: Nooooooo
doubleup144: aite...have fun holding nicole hostage
spaznik: SHHHH PETEY... YOUS MY BITCH!
doubleup144: Oh hells no
doubleup144: You's my bitch!!!
spaznik: OH HELL!
doubleup144: everyone is my bitch
doubleup144: you best bow down
spaznik: WHA?!
doubleup144: that's right
spaznik: YOUS SMOKIN' CRACK!
spaznik: IMMA EFF YOU UP SUCKA!
doubleup144: you better not ask stupid questions
doubleup144: bring it on!!!!
spaznik: I AINT NO CHEERLEADER!!
spaznik: THIS IS LONG BEACH FOO!
doubleup144: HAHAHAH
doubleup144: Oh damn...you represnting the LBC
spaznik: WUURRRRR
doubleup144: damnit...I knew you bringing trouble
spaznik: WHAT UP IE?!?!
spaznik: 99.1
doubleup144: Eaaaaasssssstttt Siiiiideeeeeee
spaznik: UM ALRIGHT
doubleup144: aite..time to ballout
spaznik: ONE!
doubleup144: late

Wow... say it with me. "GHETTO." :P

:) I'm alive!! A bit sick... but at least I'm still breathing. I have this scent of cough drops to me too. Ewww.

Friday afternoon, I was over in Laguna putting up a HUGE ceiling drape at this banquet hall in Laguna. And like I blogged earlier, all they played was Christmas music. There must be a several hundred versions of THE CHRISTMAS SONG... I think I heard them all that day. Saturday was LONG. LOOOOONNNNGG. LOOOOOOONNNNNNNNGGGGGG. At 7am, decorated a temple over in Riverside... at 10am.. decorated the chapel and reception over at the Mission Inn in Riverside... and from 4-7pm finishing up at a banquet hall in Laguna. It was 12 freaking hours of insanity... but everything came out really beautiful. The temple was an experience because it was an Islamic Temple and so I had to take off my shoes and cover my head to just to drape the aisle inside. The Mission Inn itself was gorgeous... *note to self... prospective wedding place in case there are no suitable bathrooms at Union Station in LA.* It was nice because they had their christmas lights up... but then again the decorations itself were EXTREMELY creepy. Like they had these lifesize dolls standing on the balcony, giant bands of pandas in the courtyard, and these gold painted statues of angels and the Virgin Mary up along the arches... all MOVING. EEEK! *note to self again... when getting married and if the Mission Inn is the dream location... not during Christmas time... nor anytime where they have creepy *traumatizing* statues to scare myself and the bridal party*

I went to go see Harry Potter again with Joe yesterday night... *I HEART RON WEASLEY!* Now I'm just a bit slightly obsessive over the whole Harry Potter series (again) and terrified because according to one website, in the next book a major character is supposed to die. And since I heart Ron Weasley, I'm really really hoping that it isn't going to be him... really really really hoping. I don't want it to be Hermione either... nor Harry... If its Hagrid.. then I guess I'll be ok. I made Carrie promise me that when the book comes out, she's going to read it first and if something horrible does happen to (i heart) Ron... then I'm not going to read it at all. Okok.. I'm retarded... but I'm really scared. The books definitely get darker and maybe J.K. Rowling is this crazy woman who secretly thinks that everyone likeable should be mangled to death and takes joy in breaking her readers little hearts. Maybe... ok.. I'm gonna go out and get a life. Really I am. Really!!!

Nothing like being stuck in a room playing nothing but CHRISTMAS MUSIC for 4 HOURS to get you in the holiday mood. Oh my... :)

The other night, I went outside to look at the meteor shower. I saw one shooting star... which I think was pretty good considering that I was staring at the sky from the comforts of my backyard and the moon was really bright that night. So you bet I made my one wish a really good one. I'm not gonna tell because you know.. then it won't come true. But when we DO achieve world peace... you know who to thank. *wink*

My throat is bleh... but my voice is still *sexy*. (insert phone number here) Although its getting annoying because I can't belt out to my fullest car-singing potential when driving... Today at work, while Brandi was gone, I quickly put the radio to KOST where they are playing christmas music and I couldn't *fa-lalalalala* along with it. (a side note... I really can't believe they're playing Christmas music already... but I guess it does make sense with Thanksgiving next week and all... but the weather is just too weird, warm, and not holiday like at all.) It was quite sad. Speaking of work... things aren't looking TOO crappy. We have 3 weddings all over Orange County and Riverside on Saturday and I'm was supposed to work from 7am-6pm and then 11pm-2am... but now I don't have to do tear down. You don't know how happy that makes me! Granted I still can't go to Vegas or San Diego to play with anyone, but at least I can go home, stay there and get some needed rest. Maybe pop in a video and fall asleep to the sweet sounds of LADY AND THE TRAMP. *ooOoOo*

This week is gonna be one of those ARGH weeks... :( I'm STILL sick and I'm just swamped with stuff to do for work and school before the holiday.

Oh a brighter and oh so happier note...
HAPPY 21st BIRTHDAY JEAN!
Go get wicked *but not too wicked that its bad* drunk!! Wish I can go and play.... but too many people falling in love and getting married. :P

:) YAAY! FTC was a lot of fun...

Some memorable highlights...
-THE CAMPFIRE SKIT!! :) IT WAS SOOOO MUCH FUN! Kristin and I usually have our moments of sheer insanity/genius during our board meetings... and one of them was the whole idea of a lounge act routine for FTC. So we finally got it together thursday night... and after several hours of practicing it over and over during our 8 hour drive up to Sonora... it was great! :) *IF THERE ARE IS ANYONE OUT THERE WHO VIDEOTAPED IT... CAN YOU TELL ME PRETTY PRETTY PLEASE?? I'LL BE YOUR BESTEST FRIEND... OR I CAN MAKE YOU COOKIES. YOUR PICK!* Our goal was to have people sing "Macho Mondo" outloud afterwards... and at closing session, they did. Kristen and I were almost in tears.. (not really, but you know..) All the skits were just awesome (Carrie was seriously shaking her booty, as was Pic... and I will never forget Dustin looking for his "fairy-god jigga").
-Seeing everyone! :):):) "Mama bear" Jane and "Hip Hopping" Bruce... Playing and sweeping with my fellow CKI chair Gina, Tracy, Jordan, Chris, and the rest of the crazy D-boarders I rarely see... Oh so sexxxxy Robert "Rolo/Justin/Rated-R"(Hi Hottie!), getting a hug from Kathy via Dan, even Mr. Kiwaian Phuoc *I have TIVO in my cabin* was there! :)
-The Dboard Skit.. too freaking hilarious!
-The pieing: Remember how last year I was very young and "pie=love" happy? I was retarded. This year, I was as Joe calls it a "Casualty of War" because I was on the pieing team of Alice, Dustin, and Jordan... whose schools have a lot of money and want to see their officers pied. While we were standing there waiting for our doom, we figured that pieing is embarassing enough.. so we were going to go into it "unprotected" (without being encased in plastic trashbags.) Luckily, rather than getting pied by a stranger or someone with incredible hatred who'd start off running with the tin of whipped cream in their hand towards me... I got pied by my Kristin and Stephanie, who very lightly dabbed it onto my face. (icky... yes... but not too messy. :) YAY! But then again, got to shower 10 hours later... ewww)
-My homeclub: I love them.. :) Not only did we have our very own skit, but we even cheered on our own with "Cal State Fullerton... Cal State Fullerton... Nothing rhymes with Fullerton... Nothing rhymes with Fullerton... Bullerton, Cullerton, Dullerton... SEE?* cheer. Cheesy AND cute... ;) The club was so great this weekend... even though Oaks 102 was a breeding ground of germs because all of the girls in it were ill. But we all shared our drugs, tissues, and cough drops... *good times*
-Joe's Face: Ok.. so there was this girl at one of the tables next to us who screamed this really horriffic/oddly fascinating scream that sounded like a combination of a Xena shriek and a dolphin's squeek. I was laughing when I heard it... but then DIED when I turned to see Joe's facial reaction. THAT itself was a combo of a "What the freak was that?" and an "I am soooo turned on right now" look.
-Feet: Friday night, I was in Duncan lodge just hanging out when Shong came out from taking his shower and started drying the spaces in between his toes. This prompted the following conversation:
Jordan: I can feel my feet smelling in my shoe.
Nicole: Ewww... why don't you go outside, take off your shoes, and then let your feet and shoes air outside?
Jordan: And I can watch squirrels fall dead from the trees.
He then started describing more characteristics about his feet that really was just TOO MUCH INFO. :P
-Stuffing dolls: I'm afraid I'm going to have nightmares of armies of faceless gingerbreadman-looking dolls coming towards me with handfuls of stuffing wanting revenge... But it will all be for a good cause... although in our own corner of stuffing, Carrie, Robert, Gina and I were going slighty delirious and bursting into *Build Me Up Buttercup* or *Stuff it now... stuff it good... stuff it like you know you should... its neck... its back... down its leg and sew the crack."
-The Dance: Carrie and I have pretty much decided that we're OLD and we just can't hack it anymore. We'd dance and then go outside until we hear a familiar beat that we couldn't resist... and then back outside to chill again. It was a vicious cycle.
-Petey's babypicture and his odd facination with small jackets and hats: Petey brought his scrapbook that his mom made him that had his babypictures in it. We found this ADORABLE picture of Petey halfnaked posing in it... and while Carrie distracted Petey, I got Don too take a picture of it with hopes that will it make it into the FTC slide show... but it didn't. :( Anyways, Petey's odd facination with small jackets and hats... all thoughout the weekend, he was borrowing jackets from Joe, Reina, and Carrie that were all smaller than him... and yet he was seriously WORKING THEM. I now have permission to go shopping with Petey and dress him up for convention. WHOOOHOOO! ;)
-The drive: 8 hours to Sonora... 8 hours back home... but it was all so much fun with Kristin and Anthony (and later on Stacy) in the car. Yeah.. we practiced our skit over and over and over again that even Anthony knew the script by heart.. but also we had this weird obsession of putting imaginary pirates in real life situations. And you can't forget those endless games of Either/Or, looking at road signs from a pervy's view, or belting out "I Just Called to Say I Love you"... and calling people just to do so. ;)

Unfortunantly, I have no voice and I'm still coughing and congested. bleh.... but oh wells... ;) *GOOD TIMES*