Mobbin' Hard in a Flash

Sunday, my best pal Raven and I decided to take a relaxing day out in the sun at Dolores Park in SF from all the shennanigans we pulled the night before at Infusion Lounge (our kewl hangout place where we "surprisingly" see the Giants..and no we are not jersey chasers). All we wanted to do was lay in the sun with no distractions and just have a carefree, I hate my life, let's hope some Vit. D will cure our hangover day. Low and Behold a FUCKING FLASH MOB CAME OUT OF NOWHERE!

But this was no traditional flash mob, oh no.....This was a box war fight and by a box war, I mean idiots dressed up in cardboard boxes with cardboard swords and cardboard shields. It was, in the vexatious expression, UNREAL.

Bagpipes were playing, a freaking silent rave busted out (definition: a common name for a disco where people dance to music listened to on wireless headphones rather than using a speaker system) and then all of a sudden the Civil Boxed War began...

 Before

 After

L7 Weenies

.... Raven and I are now practicing for the next Flash Mob.

"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.