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Oh, its you again.

For starters, I'm horrible w. this whole blogging thing. In fact, most the time I forget that I actually have one of these things, which came about due to my aesthetics class. But whatever. I personally don't feel like my life is that interesting to read about -- it's more of a "you had to be there" type lifestyles & if you unfortunately, didn't have the chance to be there then.. damn, you missed out. I have selective memory & only remember things that are beneficial to myself.. . so this blog is probably going to be very bias: always allowing myself to be the victim, while everyone & everything else is the bad guy. Yes, I'm a photographer but I'm the worst when it comes to carrying around my camera & snapping everything I do & then posting it w. a run down on what occured -- but for your sake.. . I'll think about doing it? Oh, and I will not have emotional breakdowns or put anyone on blast.. I have friends for that. If I'm sad, you won't know it. If I'm mad, you won't know it. The only thing you'll know is that school is officially over & for the next four months you have been given this grand opportunity to have a slight pass into my life & witness all the traveling, planning & fcukery I choose to expose to you.

Saturday, February 2, 2008 @ 8:25 PM

exposing el fcukery.

ugh. i hate introductions ; especially on the first day of class when your professor insist that the class go around the room giving a brief introduction about yourself. half the time im texting or talking on AIM ; not giving a damn about my fellow classmates & i bet the feeling is 100% mutual. so usually when its my turn to give my introduction, it goes:

"hi im _______ , from new york. im a sophomore w. junior credits. i dont know what i want to do w. my life & yea that's it -- anything else?"

but this is only a blog ; & i doubt that anyone is really interested in reading about me or my interest .. because i personally dont think im even that interesting. probably more fun to be around than actually read about ; but nonetheless, i shall give what the public wanted .. so here's a brief introduction of my alter ego: el. sarcastic .. very. i can't whisper to save my life as told by friends ; but most of what i say either loud or in a loud whisper i want to be heard. im not blunt ; i dont speak my mind .. not until its too late -- then it just comes out as like tsunami of mixed emotions. i have anger issues ; bad ones. i enjoy being angry because thats what most of my life has been composed of: anger, hurt & all those sucky adjectives that would make sense to why i like being mad. aside from the anger issues -- im crude & word on the streets is i can come off as a 'snobby lil' rich girl who always gets what she wants.' go figure. but we wont object to those negative claims just yet -- we'll save that for another blog or so. reading up to this point you've probably thing "wow, el's a jerk." but i mean aside from the sardonic crude nature of my being .. i am nice, seriously. i like to make people laugh & get so bored that i tend to make friends w. random people just by starting simple conversations. im random ; self-diagnosed ADHD. a shopaholic & a self-proclaimed sneakerhead. photography, graphic arts, music, fashion .. yea yea, all that good stuff is what holds my interest for more than an hr. at times. when people ask me, "what do you want to be when you 'grow up'?" or "where do you see yourself in 5 yrs?" ; i simply shrug. in 5 years i'll be 25 & hawt. a family, madd dogs & w. the love of my life .. loso, filthy rich. the problem w. me is well, i never thought about what i wanted to do w. my life -- all i knew was i was gonna be rich. period. & i know its gonna happen .. so a shrug is sufficient enough to a nobody that will probably forget me 5 years from now. im a rebel by heart ; & i don't listen .. even when i should. i could go on listing traits, characteristics, accomplishments, aspects of my wonderful life -- but who gives a fcuk? i dont. & i guarantee you -- you dont either. so fcuk it. without further adieu .. i bring to you el fcukery.

can I talk my shit again?