"I hope it never ends, because you're the best of friends"-Fox and The Hound

In the last 21 years of my life, I have had the most incredible memories with not only my family, but with my friends. St. Robert's has taught me that the best present to ever have is friendship... and yet, I have the best presents God has ever given to me.

Now being a senior in college and having gained wisdom and maturity, I have savored and protected my true presents, set aside the ones I feel are still worth having, and thrown away the ones that I've forgotten or did wrongfully to and for me.

When I look at the friends I have now, I see that these gems are the perfect set in my jewelry box. I will forever treasure and shepherd my friends because I know these gems will never dry dull on me.

 My stress reliever who always calms me down at the worst of midterms.

Katelyn and Me

(Neckel and Al Pal)

My most influential best friend who always tells me I can do something I think I can't.

Rose and Me

(Rosey Posey and Orloff)

 The one girlfriend I know that would never break my heart

 Kelly and Me

(KellyAnne and Orloff)

The most positive, smartest, hardworking, upbeat best friend I look up to the most.

Lindsey and Me

(Siegzz and Orloff ...in Brittish accents)

You show me the brighter side of things and for that I cherish every minute of our friendship.

Kimmy and Me

(PingPong and Whorloff)

"If you ever live to be 100, I hope to live 100 minus 1 day because I'll never have to live without you."

Jenn and Me

(Mother and Daughter)

(Pooh and Tigger)

The most real best friend I have ever had.

Reanna and Me

(Dude...)

The strongest yet most faithful and caring best friend 

Bre and Me

(Breezyyy and Ali OXO)

You're more than my roommate, but a best friend I can call my sister.

Taylor and Me

(TaylAAr and Whorloff)

The most trustworthy person who I know values friendship more than anyone.

Jaclyn and Me

(Jacali 669 and Jacali 662)

The one girl who always tells me not to worry about things too much.

Till death do us part, my wifey forever and ever

Lauren and Me

(Lo-hoe and Alexandra)

The one and only boy that will never break my heart or hurt me

Sam and Me

(Mule and Child)

Even through our roughest of times, I can always count on you to be there for me

Raven and Me

(Rayban and Alibaba)

 The best friend I can always go to, to make my hurt go away.

Nicki and Me

(Abigail and Mavis)

 Birth to death, you'll always and forever be my best friend :)

Chessie and Me

(Chesskong and Alkong)

Family is a strong word, but best friend is even stronger.

Christina and Me

(Stine)

So this is to my best friends ,

We'll be friends longer than forever. <3

Ludacris

Lucas is finally 2 months old. He's developing his facial features of what he's going to look like and does he have a little attitude..Looks like he's gonna be the new bully around the black top.. Watch out, infants! 

 WhAtChYu WaNt bEtcH?

Meet the SF Giants number one Fan

Remembering 9/11/01

Today is a day of time where every one wishes never happened. Relatives were lost, policemen and firemen became heros, and war started. As I'm watching the coverage of what happened 10 years ago today, I could not help but to think about my experience on September 11th.

I woke up at 7am on Tuesday getting ready for one of my first days of 6th grade. My house phone was ringing and I went to pick it up, "Alexandra, get your mother and turn on the news, right now!" It was my dad sounding paniced. I turned on the news and all I saw were clouds of fog dominating Manhattan and a huge building with the top on fire. I didn't get what was going on and I became dramatic and started screaming unaware what the news was telling me. My mom runs downstairs, jaw wide open with her hands over her mouth, and I woke up my brother and sister thinking that this is a huge deal.
As my family was sitting silent watching the news, we all witnessed the last twin tower collapsing. My sister was in tears because all she could think about was if her best buddy, Joey, was alright since he was living in New York.
"This is war, this is a declaration of war.", The newsman calmly said.
Terrorists attacks? Hijacking planes? WAR? I've only read about war in the history books, I would have never thought I would witness history like I did that day. I would have never thought I would be in a time of war. From what I remembered in our U.S. History books, once boy became 18, he became man and got deployed into the Army. I looked at my brother and started balling. "Stevie, I don't want you to go to the army, I don't want you to leave."
I asked my mom if I didn't have to go to school, she looked at me and laughed and said sarcastically, "Oh, I'm sure, Alexandra."

I walked up to the middle blacktop of my elementary school at St. Roberts and the whole school was quiet. I've never seen all 365, K-8, kids this quiet before. I find my  best friend Chessie, freaked out because her brother, Joey, Nicole's best buddy too, is in New York.
8AM bell rang and my school all recited The Rosary, The Pledge of Allegiance, and God Bless America. We walk into our 6th grade classroom and Mr. Carey had the news on. We all just sat down and watched. I remember him saying, "You guys right now, are witnessing history. This will be going into your History books and your children will be reading this."
About an hour or two into class, the P.A. system came on, "Alexandra Orloff and Jacqueline Nevarez, please come to the office with your packed backpacks." Aw, WHAT? I never get in trouble, what the hell did Jackie and I do? I walk into the office, and my mom is arguing with our principal, Mrs. Bordin. She was telling her how our school needs to be evacuated because the Golden Gate Bridge is their next target. Our school is roughly 5 minutes away from the city, and I was now in panic. My mom took Jackie and me back home and we decided to lay on my trampoline and watch the sky for any airplanes. Every airplane we saw was a military plane. There's a military base right around the corner from my house and I figured that's where they were leaving from and the SFO airport was right down the street from my house. I have never seen the sky without domestic airplanes, just military planes flying over my house in groups.

So today, I will pray for all who have lost their loved ones that day, I will pray for every person who have lost their loved ones in war, and I will pray that one day war will finally be over.

“The stable wears out a horse more than the road”

Have you ever been so passionate about being something, someone, or somewhere? 

My passion is to go to Graduate School to help children with language disorders in the Bay Area so I can be close to my family since I haven't been around them the past 4 years.

I am not a failure, but today I became one.

Throughout my years of remembering, I have always achieved my goals, wishes, and ambitions.  I made every team I have ever tried out for, I was accepted to the college I wanted to go to, I got into the top sorority, and was accepted into the CMSD program here at Chico State.  Currently, I am a Communication Science and Disorders Major, which is one of the hardest and most valued majors at my school along with Psychology. My major is specific; you can become either a Speech Language Pathologist (SLP) or an Audiologist.  I wanted to become an SLP and work with children who have language and speech disorders, but that all changed today.

A well-known professor from my major came into my class today to talk about Graduate School. In order to become an SLP, you have to go to Grad. School or else you’re just an assistant with a Bachelor’s Degree who makes roughly 25% of what SLP’s make. She told us that if you want to get into the grad program, you’re probably going to have to look elsewhere than the Western part of the U.S. because all Western schools are increasingly impacted and that in order to get in, you’re going to need a 3.9 or higher. I don’t have a 3.9 GPA nor am I close.  I have never failed a class or have even gotten a C+. Yes, I have always tried my hardest, but I guess my hardest wasn’t good enough.

So it’s either off to Louisiana, earn a salary of $50,000 a year or pick a new major.

  I honestly don’t know what to do...

Back to School...

"Back to school. Back to school, to prove to Dad that I'm not a fool. I got my lunch packed up, my boots tied tight, I hope I don't get in a fight. Ohhhh, back to school. Back to school. Back to school. Well, here goes nothing." -Billy Madison

Well, here I am starting my first week as a SENIOR at the most impure grounds of Chico. A senior in college? WHAT? I remember starting my first day in Kindergarden with a blue bow conquering my whole head. I remember my 6th grade teacher, Mr. Carey, telling my class almost every week, "Cherish every moment you have because, before you can even blink, you'll be graduating 8th grade." I remember my first day of senior year in high school telling my best friends, "In four years we'll be seniors in college." WTF? I AM NOW A SENIOR IN COLLEGE! Mr. Carey was right, We should cherish every moment that we have. We're only young once. We can only act immature until acting mature is all you have. Actually, screw that, I will never grow up! So, here's to my last year being an adolescent. Here's to my last year living off my parents money. Here's to my last year with no regrets now, but the times that I will regret when I'm older  I still won't regret when I'm older. Shit, I'm in College! 

"You have 4 years to be completely irresponsible here. Relax. Work is for people with jobs. You'll never remember class time, but you'll remember time you wasted hanging out with your friends. So, stay out late. Go out on a Tuesday with your friends when you have a paper due Wednesday. Spend money you don't have. Drink 'till sunrise. The work never ends, but college does."

...I will follow this quote like I follow the Holy Bible.

CHEER BITCHES

Another Day, Another Black Eye

Ughhhhh, I don't know why, but this summer is haunting me with death. Well, maybe not death. I think I'm just being a little too melodramatic or just being my Prima Donna self, but something happened to me again. Go figure.
About a week ago, my right eye had been bothering me and I felt a bump enrooting on my eyelid. My sister-in-law, Emily, had felt it and told me that it's probably just a stye. Ew, I thought. A pimple on my eye? Gross.
Stevie, of course, loves to make fun of things that, he thinks, is hilarious.
Stevie's Rhyme Scheme:
Ali has a stye on her eye.
She wants to sigh and cry.
That bump is no lie
maybe it's a poop from a fly?
Hopefully she won't die.

My family thinks they're really funny. Not.

Anyways, for the next couple of day the pain was progressing. I woke up one morning on Thursday and saw that my whole entire eye was swollen shut. What the hell? I wake up my mom, Prima Donna style, and show her. "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS? IT'S LIKE I HAVE ELEPHANTITIS ON MY EYE." Of course my mother thought it was funny, I did not.
I called my primary doctor right away to make an appointment. Mind you her name is Dr. Seaman. God, I am way too immature to call a girl, Seaman.
So, I get in right away and she looks at my eye and says, "Well, I think you might have Cellulitis." If you're wondering what that looks like, then please do not Google it. My eye looks nothing like that. Supposedly it's an infection where a potential insect or spider bites you. I HATE SPIDERS! She puts me on antibiotics and sends me home. Worrying about my appearance, I refused to go anywhere that day. All I did was put a hot compress on my eye to decrease the swell and watch, The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills (Yes Chess, I am now watching it. It's so good!) Watching this show made me feel a little better because my eye did not look as huge as the obnoxious lip injections these "Real Housewives" have.

Continuing on...

I grew some cahones and decided to drink that night. Not a good idea.

The next day, I wake up to, not only a hang over, but a swollen black and blue eye. I looked like Rocky Balboa after a harrowing fight against Muhammad Ali. Yes, I know they have never fought before being that Rocky is a fictional character, but still, imagine Muhammad's handiwork on another guy. Rough.
Again, I call Dr. Seaman in panic because not only do I think I'm dying, but I'm also going to Carmel today. Of course, the nurse says she has no availability for the rest of the day and is too busy to talk on the phone, but, that she can obviously take a message. This nurse did not understand that I was on the verge of my breaking point. Well, not really but still. I was not about to go to Carmel looking like a trailer trash woman who likes to fight at some cheap raunchy bar. So, my mother told me it would be best if I didn't go to Carmel for the weekend assuming it could be contagious or will get worse over there. Ya, not going to happen. I start packing, and then collapse because I felt so nauseous. Yes, I had been throwing up all morning with a swollen bruised eye. I was not winning today.
Finally, my Doctor calls and tells me to come in right away. I got dressed, still hung over, and bounced. She looked at it and said, "I have no idea what's wrong. Let me talk to an Ophthalmologist and ask him what could be the problem." He had no idea either. Dr. Seaman then started asking me questions that seemed relevant to how I've been feeling lately: abdominal pains, arthritis in hands, and spontaneous bruising. She checks my blood pressure and see's that it's hypertensive, 145/92. Then says that it could be a huge possibility that I might have a blood problem. Dr. Seaman send me downstairs to get blood tested. Side note, don't EVER get your blood taken when you are hung over. As she's drawing blood out of my poor little vein, I start to gag, loudly. The nurse asked if I was okay and I just said, "yeah, I just really hate needles." Wrong, I was just really hung over.
I end up going to Carmel with my bad ass eye. A few hours later, I received a call from Seaman telling me that all my blood levels are elevated and my INR is really high, which means it's hard for my blood to clot. My blood is really thin, but they still have no idea why my eye looks the way it does. It's a mystery to all of us.

Guess this is something that Nancy Drew will have to figure out for herself.

The Man Who Can't Be Moved

Every day this summer, I have gone to this particular Starbucks before going to work and a man in his 60's is always outside on the corner reading a newspaper by himself. He looks homeless seeing that he has a huge backpack filled with blankets and is pretty disheveled. He has long white hair always up in a pony tail, amber dirty skin, and raggedy clothes draping over his body. Recently, him and I have been developing a more powerful greet every time we make eye contact. It started off first with a smile, then a head nod, and then the smirk with a wave, and finally today we had a "Hi, how are you?"
I have always wanted to buy this man a pastry or a crossiant from Starbucks, but I never had the courage to do so. So being that it was my last day going to Starbucks for the summer, I finally got the audacity to buy the man something. I ordered him a butter crossiant. Nervous as I always am, I walked out of the Coffee shop and handed him the crossiant with a smile on my face and said, "Have a good day!" He looked at me and laughed. Then proceeded to say, "I'm not poor." 
Well, what do you know? The man is not poor and I completely made a jack ass out of myself. There goes my fearless attempt to show a nice gesture for someone, I thought, was less fortunate than I am.
Maybe this man is the guy that The Script sings about in the song, "The Man Who Can't Be Moved."

Guess you really shouldn't judge a book by it's cover.

The Script-The Man Who Can't Be Moved

The Adventures of Lauren and Ali

Lauren Angelich: a girl who is by far one of the funniest people I have ever met.

When I was a freshman in high school, My bestie Nicki and I decided to try out for Volleyball. A crazy  girl with a ponytail at the top of her head approached Nicki and said, "Move, before I push you." Nicki was not only scared shitless of her life, but also interested at what this bully had to say next. She invited her to pepper (bump back and forth) with us and since then, Laur's been my best friend. The adventures we had in high school are unforgettable/wish I'd forget them. Almost every weekend, Lauren and I had 10 million stories to talk about Monday at Lunch. From Anne Beyer's crazy mother telling us to get on our hands and knees and scrub the kitchen floor(Lauren ran away from that) to "Put your hands up"(all inside jokes, sorry) we were bascially attached to the hip.  From SLAN(sam, lauren, ali, nicki) to Mercedes Ladies(raven, nicki, lauren, anne, and me), we stuck together. Although, we had had some falling outs, my bad Laur, I still consider her a best friendzy.

So, continuing on our friendship journey, Lauren and I decided to paint the town green. You know what I mean. We decided to be completely romantic with each other and find a "top of the world" scenery to "hang out" at: a community college. Lauren and I sat there for hours talking about high school, present time, and the couple next to us having sex or what Lauren thought "undercover policemen"...Good one Laur.

Lauren-Ali, I think we should leave this place. It's a little sketch.
Ali- Laur, no one will be here. We're at a community college on Thursday night
Lauren- Exactly, it's 10:00PM and we're at a community college. Obviously people are going to think something.
Ali-Oh yeah.

So we left...

...And, we got lost. Or at least we thought. We went from being in a community college to a forest. Not kidding. The road was sketch as hell. But oddly enough, the road led us back to the bottom of the entrance of the junior college. Thank God.

Laur and I drove home and went back to my house. I snuck in some string cheese in the kitchen and ran upstairs(home base for us). We were stringing the cheese stick and reminiscing on
Facebook. Let me tell you, old albums on Facebook are trouble. We went down memory lane on the weekends of high school and the pictures were..... FUCKING HILARIOUS!

Just another weekend in High School for us

and the thing is, we acted and looked like this every weekend.

We were sloppy drunks

Model Behavior

So I really think Lucas should be a model.. He already has rock hard abs and a face that could turn the whole world upside down. What do you think?

 

It's that damn Lucas! He's so hot right now!

"I'm pretty sure there's a lot more to life than being really, really, ridiculously good looking. And I plan on finding out what that is."-Lucas Nicolai

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Car Accident.. ughhh

WELP, got in a car accident yesterday while belching out, "Hold on" by Wilson Phillips. Cath(my mom) is not too pleased because it was MY fault. First car accident since I got my license. Well, that actually caused damage. The previous one, I rolled my car going 5 MPH thinking this girl is going to turn right when she slammed her breaks. Both cars had no damage to them. But, the betch decided to file a police report since she had whip lash in her neck. Uh, huuuuh? From my own knowledge, I know you don't get whip lash right away. Maybe like a day later? Anyways, The paramedics and cops came and all started laughing at this one broad. She sued my insurance for $10G's because of her medical appointments. What a sloppy whore.

Anyways, I was driving to work yesterday and a long working truck was poking out of the street parked. I tried to swerve around it, but my eyes were not concentrated on the road. I side swiped a parking vehicle. Ugh...... Luckily, the man was generous enough to let me go and not take down any information. Instead, he gave me his card and said I can fix this for you no problem. I guess there are nice people on the Peninsula.

Mom's exact words this morning while looking at my Jeep:
 "From my own experience with cars, we're definitely going to have to replace 3 panels. GOD DAMMIT ALEXANDRA."

Oops.

Welcome Lucas!

Another chapter in my family's life has been turned for the best. My nephew is finally here and is adorable as ever! He is perfect. 10 little toes, 10 little fingers, 2 sparkling eyes, a button nose, and a wee-wee! He was born on July 10, 2011 at 7:14AM weighing 6 lbs 10 oz and is 19 inches long. This little guy couldn't have come any sooner.  When I look at my nephew, I know that his future will be filled with love, laughter, and dreams. He will grow up to be the perfect son any parent would die to have. The love that this child brings will be well earned and will warm every persons heart that will come along in his life. This little baby doesn't even know how much he is loved by so many. He is an incredible miracle, a blessing, an angel. He is my handsome nephew and I couldn't ask for a more perfect one than this little dude.

Emily and Stevie's Timeline
9 1/2 years ago, Stevie asked Emily out at the Giants game.
3 years ago, Stevie asked Emily to marry him at the Giants game
2 years ago, Stevie had his groomsmen cake of the Giants scoreboard
1 year ago, Emily and Stevie got pregnant around the time the Giants won the World Series
July 9, 2011, Emily and Stevie were at the Giants vs. Mets game when Emily had to leave because it was Lucas' time to finally meet the world!

 

.....Yes, what a crazy concept that their relationship has surprisingly revolved around the San Francisco Giants and soon Lucas will become their number one fan.

"Blue Steel"

Another day, Another 4 stitches on my nose.

Already having a bad day on Saturday, I wouldn't have thought my day (night) would get any worse.

Here's the Story.

 I come home from a stressful day of work and all I could think about was my brother's homemade chili that he brought to my house the previous night. I open my refrigerator full of San Carlos' Farmers Market goods and search for the chili. It wasn't there. Cool. My mom's boyfriend must have taken it to work that day. Anyways, I call up my homeboy brother and ask if I could come over to eat some chili at his and Emily's house. Happily, my bro said yeah. So I drive over to their house and eat his delicious chili. Minutes later, I tagged along with the newlyweds to Babies 'R Us and finally was having a better day. I didn't get back home until 10:30 PM. So, I did what I always do, watch South Park. My best friend Kelly told me to watch this episode about Critters and Christmas. Who knew adorable animals were a part of the antichrist.

Anyways, my mom and sister were gone for the majority of the night because of a wedding they had to go to so I was home alone. I was getting sleepy so I brought my sisters dog upstairs with me. If you guys really know me, you know I don't like sleeping in my bed alone. I hopped into my sister's bed and watched another episode of South Park. This time it was one of their most popular episodes, Fish Sticks. PERFECT, I thought to myself, an episode ragging on Kanye West. I hate Kanye, especially what he did to the coolest singer ever, Tay Tay Swiftdog.

 I was getting really tired and Toby, Nicole's dog, was sleeping fur to skin on my left side. I reach in to give the piece of shit a hug and kiss and as I'm going in for the kill, the dog lunged at my face and attacked me. Yup, I got attacked by a little dog. I pushed him off my face as he was mauling my nose and my first reflex was to touch the area he attacked. I look down at the palms of my hands and I couldn't see them because they were filled with my own blood. I hopped out of my sister's bed and ran to the bathroom. A trail of dripping blood followed me on my mother's white carpet. I look into the mirror and my face was covered in blood. "Oh, FUCK" is what I screamed and of course Prima Donna me, cries. I went into panic. My own flesh was drooling out of my nose and making its trail down to my chest and stomach. I leaned over to the sink so I wouldn't make a mess on the floor and the sink was filling up with my blood fast. I was thinking, fucking great, no one is home and I'm losing so much that I'm going to die from loss of blood. My mom is going to find her daughter dead on the bathroom floor with a puddle of blood from under her.

My first instinct, call her. My mom didn't answer. In panic and outbreaks of cries, I decided to call my brother. Didn't answer. Alright, called Emily. As, the phone is slowly ringing, I get a phone call from my brother.

This is how the phone conversation went.

Me- (screaming and crying) Stevie, Toby bit me! I need to go to the hospital!
Stevie- What?
Me- (still screaming and crying) Toby bit me, I need to go to the hospital!
Stevie- I can't hear what you're saying, say it again..
Me- TOBY BIT ME! I NEED TO GO TO THE EMERGENCY!
Stevie- You got stung by a bumble bee?
Me- WHAT?
Stevie- How'd the bumble bee get in the house?
Me- NO!!!!!!!!!!! TOBY BIT ME! I NEED YOU TO DRIVE ME TO THE EMERGENCY!
Stevie- There was a burglary and they stole Toby??
Me- OH MY GOD...
(Stevie passes the phone to Emily)
Emily- Alexandra, what are you saying?
Me- Toby bit me and I need you guys to take me to the hospital, NOW! COME OVER!

Thank God Emily got it the first time.

I get off the phone with them and run into my room with a towel on my nose shielding the blood. The first thing I see, I put on. In no way was I going in just my pajamas. I go to the mirror to see what I looked like before stepping into my brother's car: Platinum blonde extensions, A spray tan that was ruined from the streaks of my blood and tears, and a hot pink Alpha Phi Sorority sweatshirt. Wow, I looked like a college Texan pageant queen who had a football thrown at her nose. Marsha, Marsha, Marsha.

I hear the knocks at the door and dramatically opened it. I said, "Let's go." My brother barged in with his paramedic first aid kit, "Want me to put an I.V. in you?"
Real funny, Stevie. He saw the blood oozing out and performed as an on-the-go doctor. He generously stopped the bleeding and put some gauze on it. My mother finally called back. Emily answered it and told her the story. "OH SHIT! Ok, we'll be home soon. Is she going to go to the hospital? Call Sequoia, Peninsula, Stanford, and Mills to see if any of them are busy." My brother calls, Sequoia and Peninsula. Both busy. My brother didn't even try Stanford, knowing that they are number 1 trauma center on the Peninsula.

An hour goes by and my brother, Emily, and mom are all debating whether to take me to the hospital. I'm still bleeding. The tip of my nose is flapping and the bridge, separating my nostrils, is ripped. Nobody made the executive decision until my mother, drunken sister, and mother's boyfriend came home. One good look from my mom and she says, "We gotta go." Drunk Nicole hops up from the couch and runs upstairs to get changed. "In no way am I going to the hospital in this 80's looking bridesmaid dress."

10 minutes later, we're out the door driving to Mills, which is 20 minutes away from home. Nicole's in the backseat hammered as ever telling us how she doesn't believe in God right now because everyone sucks at life. What a drunk ass.
Finally, we're at the hospital and I get in to see a doctor right away. Im sitting on the hospitals bed and the RN is asking me questions.
Guy Nurse-So any religious preferences?
As I'm about to say Catholic, my drunk ass sister chimes in saying, "JEWISH"... Way to make us look completely intolerable, Nicole.

The doctor comes in and starts asking me questions. Real nice young lady. She looked at my nose and told me I'll need 4 stitches. As she's about to inject me with anesthetic, Ms. Nicole says loudly, "Ali, want to hold my hand? Don't worry; you can squeeze it really hard, I'M DRUNK." God dammit, Nicole, not only do they think we discriminate against Jews, but now they're going to think we're Germans.

I squeeze my sister's hand as the doctor is painfully shooting up drugs through my nose to numb it. 9 shots later, she's stitching up the bridge of my nose with dissolvable string. My mother asks, "How come it dissolves?" The doctor replies, "You don't want to know." Later do I come to find out that it's either pig skin or cat skin. Gross.

3AM rolls by and I'm finally home. I look around my house and it looks like a crime scene in my sister's room and bathroom.
Nicole- "I'm going to throw up, EW. On my pillowcase, Alexandra? GOD!"

That's what you get, Nicole for having an abusive dog.

Thank you Toby for an incredible evening. This night is unforgettable.

Another 'Sarah Palin' On My List

The words of Republican, Michele Bachmann:

Climate change is a hoax, and that because carbon dioxide is a “a natural byproduct of nature”, Americans can pollute all they want.

....alright, Lady. Good Luck with Elections...

Back to Cheeks.

This past week, I went back to my college town in Chico thinking it wouldn't be as crazy as it normally gets during the school year. All I wanted was some relaxation by the pool and some company with my best friends who are currently staying there this summer.
Well, I clearly wasn't thinking. Chico is not the town you would want to relax in. All this town gives you is zero recollection and bonding moments with the toilet the next morning.
Some people like to say that my group of girls are the blackouts. I think they're right. My friends and I don't drink for the social part of it, but for the fun of it. I mean, who doesn't drink for the fun of it?
Anyways, I get into Chico around 5PM on Monday and from what I wanted(relaxation), I got it. No mother telling me to clean my room or barking dogs or even a jackhammer waking me up in the wee hours of the morning. It was just perfect. My best friends, Kelly and Allison, came over my house to watch the Bachelorette. In attempts to drink every time Ashley says the name, Bentley, I failed. Homegirl says his name in every sentence and I wasn't trying to get hammered.
The next day, Tuesday, people were all pumped up because it's Rileys Buck Night. Great, I'm not 21 so I'll probably sit this night out, alone.
YAAAA RIGHT
In the words of J-Kwon, "Teen drinking is very bad, yo i got a fake ID though."
Yup, I have one those. I mean, I have to if all my friends are of age to drink.
So the big issue in Chico is that it's really hard to get into Riley's because they are extremely strict with IDs. This doesn't stop me. I've been to this bar when I was 19. I have this in the bag. They won't turn me down.
And they didn't. I felt like I had conquered many underage drinkers fear. I felt like a champ. I was number 1. Until the next morning.
Ya, I bonded with my toilet.
But the shots and cocktails I had at the bar, led me to the Sigma Chi pool. I got thrown in with my dress on, yet I could care less and I watched the frat boys burn shit and almost their house. Those idiots.
Wednesday rolls by, and, well, another night to drink because it's Crazy Horses buck night. My best friend Bre and I were the only troops to march on for another night of killing our bodies in the treacherous grounds of Chico. I promised myself I wouldn't get too hammered. But, who am I kidding? Drinking with Bre? Girl gets hammski all the time!
Yup, I got hammered. 15 shots and cocktails later and I was peeing alongside with my buddy Bre on a sorority grass, yelling "FUCK YOU ADPI!" I can't tell you the things we did after or show you pictures of that night because my mother will probably read this, but what I will tell you is that this is a night to remember. Thank you, Breanna for your $7.00 purchase and our $10.00 buy.

Welp.

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Beautiful Hero

From dictionary.com the word, hero, is defined:
"A man of distinguished courage or ability, admired for his brave deeds and noble qualities."

My hero is my sister, Nicole. I know it may sound a little too cliché  and doesn't have much originality because almost every sane person is inspired by a family member, but Nicole has always been a person I've looked up to. My mom, you can say, is old fashioned when it comes to raising kids. She never talked to me about things like the birds and the bee's, puberty, or THAT time of the month. No, she never did, but never did I want to hear it from her either. When I first got my period, I went to my sister. When I first started having feelings for a boy, I went to my sister. And when I became interested in the pampering's [makeup, nails, hair, tanning], I went to my sister.

Every little girl needs an older sister, especially, if you've come from a broken home. When I was in 6th grade, my parents got a divorce and since then they haven't spoken to one another. I was too young to understand what was going on and no one would tell me that the parental fighting went from mild to severe. I didn't know this because my sister [and mom] would protect me from it and take in all the crap that had fluctuated. She saw everything. She saw the fighting, the cursing, and the leavings. She even got parts of the verbal abuse (from my dad) when she was growing up. A lot of the hurtful words had really soaked into her head and has bothered her ever since. But, my sister had strength and durability; she delegated herself to listen to my mother when she needed an ear, she secured everyone with warm-heartened arms, and was tough enough to take my father's full verbal force.

My sister was the backbone of the family at this time. A senior in high school and, in my eyes, became woman.

She grew up, fast. Faster than her friends, faster than most kids her age, and faster than the normalcy of an 18 year old.

Me, I'm 20, and I'm still the kid people knew from 8th grade. I haven't changed. But that's because of my sister. Because of her, I still have my innocence, my immaturity, and a normal childhood.

I look up to her so much and I hope she reads this because I never tell her how much she means to me.

Stunning girl, independent, hard worker, caring, respectful, understanding, sociable, intelligent, loving, honest, loyal, humorous, religious, charitable, imaginative, confident, well-mannered, family oriented, stable...

  ...and she is my beautiful hero.

    Me(left), My sister(rightt)
 ♥

Workaholics

Since I've been back from school, I've been working at a tanning salon. Yes, another diva move. But, this isn't just any normal salon. No, it's my sister-in-laws business. Every family member, every friend of mine, and even every friend of a friend has worked or currently works here. You can say that we're your typical every day Italian family. But, please don't compare us to "Real Housewives of New Jersey," they just give our nationality a bad name.
Anyways, I've been back and forth from school working here since it opened 3 years ago, and the one thing that gets me excited when I go home is Bronze Tanning. I love working here. Weird, I know..No one likes to work, every one dreads work, and people wish they could never work a day in their life if they could. But, Bronze is different. I love socializing with different people, it's so entertaining. The things people say are out of this world, especially when they look at our magazines and critque every single celebrity they see. Or even when they ask about the tanning beds, "So these UV beds get you tan?" This line is my favorite that clients say. Like no, they bleach your skin actually, OBVIOUSLY they get you tan. What do you think the words bronze TANNING is? Do you think our company name is lying to you? NO! Aside from the dumb ones that come in, we actually get a variety of other different people: cool moms, bitchy teens, hot dudes my age, women who can't speak English, old men, friends, and of course the rich rude ladies. God, do I hate the rich rude ladies. THEY ARE SO MEAN! They come in here with a stick up their ass acting like they deserve a tiara for being so fake. I mean, fake boobs, fake lips, fake hair(that my sister probably does), FAKE EVERYTHING. But, they come in and act like they have unlimited tanning.
Me- So, it looks like you're out of tans, would you like to buy a walk-in or a package today?
Rich rude lady-What? I'm out of tans? Are you serious?
Me-Yes
Rich rude lady-(rude tone)Um, I have only tanned here a couple of times, there's definitely a mistake.
Me-(tells her what day she's tanned on and how many tans she's bought..lady has it wrong)
Rich rude lady- Whatever, I'll just buy new tans, I guess (eyes rolling like a tumble weed in the wild wild west)
   No eye contact just looking at her phone with her eyebrows high as the sky looking like she's too surprised for words...or maybe it was just her botox making her look like that. Who knows.

Another scenario
 Me-Hi how are you today?
 Rich rude lady-good, can i go into the Matrix?
 Me-We are actually booked for another hour, would you like to make an appt?
 Rich rude lady- Every time I come in here, you guys are always booked. (Walks out the door)

...cool

My favorite is when the rich rude ladies get a spray tan.

In the spray tanning booth, there's a poster to instruct clients what positions to do during the session. Not only do I show them the poster (that they can see during the tan session), but I reenact the movements and inform them about every little detail. The spray booth also talks to the clients telling them what position to be in next. It's ridiculous how easy it is. Plus, I tell them how they aren't supposed to shower within 4-6 hours and how you are not supposed to sweat nor go to the gym because you'll streak. Every normal lady knows this, come on.
Anyways, when the new rich rude client comes back from a spray tan, she'll complain about how it didn't give her enough time to switch positions and how she demands her money back. Annoying, right?
Or 4 hours later, I'll get a phone call saying:

 Rich rude lady-"I streaked, it looks terrible..blah blah blah".
 My response- "did you sweat?"
 Rich rude lady- "No, but I'm going throught menopause and I'm having an episode of hot flashes.  This isn't my fault, I want my money back."
 A response I wished to say- "HAHAHAHAH! SUCKS DUMB ASS"

No, no, no... i would never say that.. ;)

One rich rude lady actually came in, sprayed and then yelped about us 2 hours later (thankfully this is the only bad review out 25 of them that we've gotten)

I went to the spray booth....bad idea, by the time you read the next "pose" outside the door, you've missed the spraying...wait till they have the person who will spray you to have this done, don't use the booth, STREAKING ALL OVER THE PLACE....get the lotion at Walgreens, better idea.

...whatever lady, you're dumb

But, 1 out 80 of our clientale are the rich rude ladies and we have about 3,500 clients.

All the others are so friendly and nice..These clients are the reason why I love working here!

My Brothers Little Buckaroo

My sister-in-law is having my brother's son in 4 weeks and I heard this song a couple of months ago. Every time I hear it, I just think of Fee-Fee (my brother). Okay, his name isn't really Fee-Fee, it's actually Stevie, but when I was little, I used to call him that name and now it just stuck to him. So everyone, including his friends, call him Fee-Fee. My bad, bro.

But literally, ANYONE who knew my brother, when he was little, knows that he was the most barbaric little shit in the world. He did it all: unscrewed his crib when he was two, showered his room with baby powder and desitin(diaper rash powder) (no one could go in there for 2 days), jumped out of his window and played in the mud naked with my dog (still 2 years old), ran away from my dad and went to a candy shop 5 minutes away from where he was supposed to be (yup, 2 years old), drove my mom's car into a bush, drove my family friends RV into the Best Western sign, called an African American boy a brownie (only 4), threw a peanut butter sandwich at a boy his age who was deathly allergic to peanuts(first one to get suspended at our school), threw a baseball at our across the street neighbor's house almost twice a year, asked our fat plumber if his mother fed him too much, and was put into a straight jacket because he wouldn't keep calm. Yes, he was the boy who had to be put on a leash every time my parents took him out.

He wasn't a malicious boy, he was just one of those crazy-funny toddlers. If you ever met him today, you would have never known that Stevie was this insane as a kid.
My poor parents..No wonder why I was the easiest child.

Hopefully when little Lucas comes, he will finally have his payback. Crossing my fingers for another inhumane  wild child.

Hi Prince :) I love youuu!

Unpretty

The beauty of a woman isn't about the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that's the doorway to her heart, the place love resides. the true beauty in a woman, is refelcted by her soul. It's the caring that she gives and the passion that she shows. And the beauty of a woman, with passing years, only grows.

"Bunny"

From when I was little, I've always wanted a rabbit. Cathy, my mom, has always shut me down saying, "HELL NO! They smell, Alexandra. Plus, I'll be the only one who takes care of it without any help." So, when I finally got some freedom going away to college, I decided to buy a rabbit at an SPCA in Chico, Ca. Supposedly, this is the only society prevention center that doesn't euthanize the animals. When i saw the furry little hopping animal, I knew she was mine. Without my mothers parental consent, I bought her. 

SPCA named her Raja Rabbit. 

I thought it was cheesy. 

I needed something childish. 

So, Little Bunny Foo-foo it was.

I had her at my sophomoric apartment for a year and my roommates had a love/hate relationship for Foo-Foo. They loved her because she was cute and didn't do much, but they hated her because she was a "Smelly Mel."[In case you aren't from the Bay, Smelly Mel is a plumbing company around here.] I finally told Cathy I had boughten a rabbit. And oh wait, that next year, when I'm a junior, she'll have to keep it at home for a whole year because the sorority house (yes, I am a sorority girl, don't judge) doesn't allow animals. So not only did my mother put up with a smelly house for a year, but she had to take care of Bunny too. 

Guess, my mom was right.  

Oops.

Hi Bunny!

My canine mammal

This is Winston. He's my main "bitch"

We have different names for this wrinkly fool

 Winky

 Flinking

Winny 

 Walkeeem

 Bercrom

 Bercrombie and Fitch

ISA WALKEEEM!

Take One:

10 reasons why people call me Prima Donna:

1.  My mother has told me that I am the most dramatic girl she has ever met.

2. Every one thinks my mother is hilarious and will copy everything she says.
For example: Her best friend Annie and my mother have a nickname, "Marge." Annie's older son made it up when he was little.
Exact words:  "All weirdos are marges"-Joey.
Ever since, Annie and my mother, Cathy, have been saying this name for all weird and outlandish women they see. Throughout the years, the name became more and more popular. Annie and Cathy named their adult softball team, "The Marges"; and later, a pee-wee softball team named themselves ,"The Little Marges." I shit you not, I have heard it on television shows and I can guarantee you it's all because of Joey, Annie,........and my mother.

Wow, I got off topic...

I tend to babble, so bare with me..

3. I barely wear the same outfit twice.

4. I talk about myself a lot.

5. I try to be the center of attention. (I have a REALLY loud voice..for this   reason).

6. I love hearing about drama (I'm a huge drama queen).

7. I over exaggerate EVERYTHING. Even if I tell a story and it has no meaning, I WILL TRY AND FIND A MEANING to make it a big deal.

8. I argue with almost everyone and always try to be right, even if I know I'm not.

9. I just asked my sister why she calls me a Donna.

   Her words, "Because you're annoying as eff."

10.To be honest, I'm in love with myself and I really don't care who knows it.


Yes, I just called myself out on a lot of negative qualities, but it makes me who I am. I may sound like a really annoying girl, I know, but my friends and family love me unconditionally. I mean come on, I'm a funny girl. Who wouldn't love me?

I may be a diva, I may be a drama queen, but I am THE Prima Donna.