There's this girl that my sister, Jessica, knows who is really really ugly, her name is Katrina Zodrow.  I haven't talked to Katrina since my Jessica left Florida over a year ago, and I haven't talked to Katrina in person since way before that.
Anyways, this girl, Katrina, decides that she's going to go browse profiles on myspace to see who has pictures that don't fit her narrow minded way of living... mine just happened to be one of them (in my display pic, I'm topless leaning seductively on a girl who is naked-- you can't see anything though).  I honestly don't know why she would even decide to look my profile up all these years later, because there is no other reason.
Back to my story.
Katrina sent me a message that said "why would you post a picture like that, it's disgusting... come on seriously!"
Well since she's a b*tch, I responded with a friendly little note of my own that said "hello, you're f*cking ugly and I don't care what ugly people think"
She didn't respond for quite awhile, and it showed that she had read the letter, so I figured she had given up, so I logged off and went to bed.  Of course, I did ask my sister if she knew why her friend was being such a b*tch and deciding to contact me after all of this time when I've left her alone-- I mean come on, this girl just got married, she should be content in her own little world and not feel the need to harass other people.
This morning, I woke up and checked my messages (as I always do, I'm on that thing like all the time, it's ridiculous) and guess what?  Katrina decided to respond, and this is what she wrote "I'm not ugly so there!!! I am beautiful.  At least I don't go around showing my body off in almost pornographic ways.  Grow up and put a decent picture on your profile.  Oh and God loves you no matter what you do."
I responded of course "who the he!! do you think you are telling me what I can and can't post on my profile?  the only reason you don't go around posing in "almost pornographic" ways is because no one would want to see it.  As for you being beautiful? Well, you just keep telling yourself that.  You tell me that I need to grow up?  What do you call what you're doing?  Going around and telling people that don't fit your narrow minded lifestyle to change?  YOU are the one that needs to grow up."

UGH! I don't know what it is, these past few months (since I've been in Utah might I add) have been full of drama.  It seems that all I do is attract drama from immature people who should be way beyond that maturity level by now-- did I mention Katrina is like 22 or 23?
I should add "avoid all immature and annoying people" to my New Year's resolutions... although, that may stop any remotely interesting or funny blogs for you guys. 
Even though it sucks for me, maybe I attract all of this drama so I can share it with you guys?? HAHAHA! Who knows.

• work out everyday
  -yoga on tuesdays and thursdays
  -cardio on monday, wednesday, and friday
  -strength on saturdays
  -abs on sundays
• have a wheat grass shot everyday
• figure out a budget and stick to it
  -point being to actualy save my money
• remember to wash my face before I go to bed
  -no matter how tired I am, I must take good care of my face:)
• drink at least 6 cups of green tea a day
• keep my house clean and organized--ALWAYS
• no more procrastination
• do constant research on getting into the fashion world

My list isn't fully modified yet, but I'm still working on it.  Even though it's not even December yet, I figure that if I start making my resolutions now, I'll have time to figure out a schedule to actually fit them into my life.

This is going to be a pathetic blog, I'll warn you right now, so you don't feel like you were cheated.  I work in an office as a secretary, and every so often, I get lucky and the UPS man comes to deliver a package.  This guy is soooooooooooo hot.  I don't know his name or how old he is.
All I know, is that he can come and deliver packages anytime he wants and I'll make sure I'm there to sign for it-- I love a sexy guy in uniform.

This weekend (Saturday to be exact) I went to a really great Halloween party (yes, it was in Utah.. I was just as surprised) with Jamie (Bobby's sister... and no she's not weird like that family, when you finish reading this blog you'll see her in a whole new light) and Cassandra (she's the girl that went to homecoming with Bobby and finds him just as creepy as I do).
Soooooo, it all started when Jamie sent me an email on myspace about a week ago asking me if I wanted to go to a Halloween party with her and her husband on the 27th of October.  At first I was like, "is Bobby or any of your other family members going to be there, because if they are, I'm not going to go."  Then she told me that there was going to be alcohol there, so her brother wouldn't be there (he's anti-drinking--against himself and anyone else drinking it--boring).  I told her that as far as I knew, I would be able to make it.
Time went on, and Bobby started to piss me off, I found out that he was telling everyone he was hooking up with me and dating me.  Not only that, a whole bunch of those people were finding me on myspace and sending me messages asking me about it and talking to me like I was mentally retarded just because I was "hooking up" with Bobby.
I got so sick and tired of it, that I sent him this really harsh email telling him to f#ck off and never talk to me again, and that if he talks to me, I'm going to pretend that I don't know who he is and that he doesn't even exist.
Well, Bobby being the slow person that he is, had to have his brother Dave send texts for him telling me that I was immature and a drama queen, and that I needed to grow up and quit being a jerk.
I was furious, I got so mad I sent him a text that said "I'm not the one being a jerk, you're the one going around telling people that we hooked up when you know it wasn't true, you're the one who is constantly bugging me and won't leave me alone, you're the one who thinks it's funny to prank phone call stores, you're the one who has to go to his 19yrld brother for advice on what to do or say, and you're the one who has the mentality of a 12yrld... not me."
After that, I sent a message to Jamie and told her that I probably wasn't going to be able to go to the party because I said some really mean stuff to Bobby and that I'm never going to talk to him again (and by the way I haven't-- even though he sent his dad over to appologize for him... yeah).
Jamie told me not to worry about it, so I didn't.  I asked her if I could bring a friend (just in case the whole thing ended up being akward... I didn't want to sit there in a corner all by myself bored out of my skull), and she said "sure, just be ready by 6:00pm"
The night of the party came around, and Cassandra came over to my house to get ready with me.  When we were ready, we just waited around for Jamie to give us a call because she was going to drive us to the party.  She gave us a call and let us know that she was next door and that we should walk over there.  We didn't really want to, because Bobby was there and we didn't exactly want to run into him (although it would've been pretty funny), so we stalled a little, then finally made our way over there.
When we got to the party, it was just us and the people who were throwing the party.  Me and Cassandra looked at each other and were like "omg lame."  They had some jungle juice made, and we drank it, because at least there was booze, and it makes a lame party better.  At first it was kind of boring, because a lot of the people who were supposed to show up didn't and we were just sitting around drinking and listening to music.  Finally, a couple more people showed up, and things started to get a little more interesting.
We played this game called "sex master" where you roll a dice and you have to do what it says.  If you get a six, you can make anybody strip or put their clothes back on.  Other times with certain numbers, you have to make out with someone or drink (I guess it's your basic drinking game).  The girls ended up getting all of the guys naked first, but by the end of the game, everyone was naked (yes, Jamie was playing this game, and I can pretty much guarantee you that no one in her family would do anything like that--thank God) and making out with each other.   After that we played naked twister, and that was kind of interesting...except for limp balls falling in my face from time to time--that sucked lol.
After that, I decided I should get home, the party was dying down, and there wasn't really any point in staying there.  I wasn't drunk... I had paced myself the whole night, I only had a cup and a half of jungle juice, and it appeared that I had more, but I really didn't.  And the other drinks that I had, I put just enough vodka to cover the bottom, and then filled up the rest with juice-- but nobody knew that.  I was going to drive, but the hosts didn't think it was a good idea for us to leave yet, they decided we should stay at least an hour and sober up a little (even though, I already was).
Jamie on the other hand was not sober, and we got some interesting information from her, and I'm going to share it.
We found out what was wrong with Bobby, he has ADD and he's a little delayed.  Remeber that text that I sent him saying he had the mentality of a 12yrld? Well, turns out I wasn't far off, because Jamie said he has the mentality of a 16yrld (although I think my guess is closer than hers).  Oh yeah, this is a good one: when Bobby is alone he does the macarena to Japanese music and he sings the lyrics! Hahahahahaha! What a dumb a$$.
But yeah, that was the party, and I was impressed, I didn't think that people in Utah knew how to party, but apparently, these people did... and, I heard that the last party they threw ended up in a giant orgy-- how is that for partying?
This is a picture from the party-- before things started to get crazy.  There should be some more coming up eventually, and if I get them, I'll post them.