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Thankfully, I got to unwind yesterday when I went to Melrose with my mommy in search of a formal dress. I was really expecting every store to have dresses at over $300, but to my surprise, many of them were within a reasonable price range. I absolutely LOVE my dress! I was really looking for a dress that would give me a good feeling the second I put it on. I literally went through probably 40 stores, and towards the end I found the winner. It was beautiful .

The highlight of my time in Melrose was my encounter with one shoe store whose sole motive (haha, I said sole..shoe store..haha..) was to sell stripper shoes. I happened to try on a pair as a joke. A picture of these shoes can be seen to your right. As you can assume, they were near impossible to walk in and I attracted a lot of laughter and pointed fingers.

My time in Los Angeles then became a fail when there were police checkpoints in Hollywood, meaning that getting to the freeway alone was going to take a fun filled two hours minimum. It didn’t help that I needed to pee like I never had to pee in my life. My mom and I stopped at every restaurant in hopes of a restroom, and all they could tell me was that the only bathrooms were a couple streets down, in the mall. Really homie?! So when you need to piss during work, you get up and walk three streets down to the mall? I really fucking doubt that. Anyways, one high Starbucks worker told us a shortcut to the freeway, which led to the creepiest gas station I have ever seen. Now it wasn’t necessarily the fact that this Chevron bathroom was an exact replica of the bathroom in Saw, nor the fact that there was a used plunger in the middle of the ground, nor was it even the fact that the toilet seat was up, and the toilet was brown. It wasn’t even the fact that the door’s lock had some issue, so the courteous gas station thought making a handmade lock would be a cute touch. No, it was the fact that the entire gas station consisted of homeless people and rapist look a-likes that would holler ridiculously creepy things as I was trying to relieve my bladder.  ‘Heeeeyyy, you wanna open that door heheh….’ I scream-prayed to God in my head, and called my mom, while shaking. She didn’t answer. Course. So I had to be a big girl, and remember everything I learned in Kim Possible just in case someone were to try to get all ninja on my ass. I kicked the handmade lock open and shoved out of the door only to see the face of a creepy smiling man. I ran out to the car, still trembling. Most epic night ever.

On a totally different note, I’ve been having so many random thoughts lately. I’m sure that some of my thoughts are pretty obvious, some rather abstract. But anyways, it’s been a while, so here I go.

First off, I’ve come to the conclusion that our generation is really doomed to failure. If 2012 happens, then let it be known that the reason was not natural disaster nor civil war, but rather that we all lack a brain. Now I guess that’s sort of generalized, some of us are smarter than others. But back in the old days, life prepared people for the best, and the worst. People were shaped by the following:

• hard work: low paying factory jobs, struggling businesses, saving every penny
• relationships: sex after marriage, purity, the ideal perfect gentleman
• influences: family, religious authority, political authority

In today’s day and age, everything’s different. And honestly, everything’s ridiculous.

• some teenagers enjoy working. I know I enjoy working. But why do we enjoy working? So we can have more money. Even though our parents give us money every time we ask. Now see again, that’s a generalization. For example, my parents are not like this. But I cannot stand the little Shady Canyon girls that are like ‘OMG I need money to spend to fill up my closet that’s the size of my school.’ No honey, you don’t. Let the people who need to put bread on the table have your job.
• relationships: LOL. Sex after marriage? Unless your religious, you’re never going to hear that again. STD’s used to be really uncommon. I read up on a statistic that over 1 in 5 Americans have an STD OTHER THAN AIDS…like are you kidding? Why are people so disgusting. I know like 10 girls at my school that have had sex with over 20 guys, and they’re like sophomores. Do you seriously think that any man has respect for you? Now I say this to girls because I know guys do the same shit, but it’s not like anyone thinks guys are in the wrong for it. Which they are, but people always seem to give shit to girls for doing it, and I’m just saying, you make it really hard to have any good man respect you. Men like innocent and pure. Boys like a slut. For five minutes.
• influences: Media. Media. Media. I remember as a kid on long drives we’d all sit and play interactive games with each other to pass the time. What do we do now? One’s on AIM via iPhone and the other has their headphones in listening to some of the shitty music our generation has to offer, like ‘You’re A Jerk’. All in all, the biased CNN rules current events, E News rules Hollywood, For the Love of Ray J rules what relationships should look like, and Facebook rules the world. This is our generation.

Well that’s all for now My rant is over. TTTTTTFN

Today, that topic is the UC Application. Something that everyone told me they submitted on the last day. Well, I was going to be that person. I knew I’d procrastinate, but I set a goal to finish two days before the due date, latest. And I did. Yay me.

And now, every other procrastinator on earth is going on that damn site trying to submit. As my fucking cursor was going to CLICK submit, I was booted off the site. Is this a joke, you ask? Yeah, I wish it fucking was.

Regardless, at this point, I’m just sitting at my computer, refreshin’ the page over and over. I wanted to sleep early tonight. All I had to do was press submit. But no, I’m going to be up, probably until 4 or so, refreshing, and refreshing, and refreshing. Until I die. Which, if after 4 years of hard work, this application business isn’t taken care of, I’ll probably just stab myself with the nearest object. Which right now is my dog. Ok, second nearest object. My phone? Maybe if I put my phone on my heart it’s vibrations will give me a heart attack and there I go. As you can tell, I haven’t put a lot of thought into this..

Furthermore, my life is over. So it was nice knowing everyone! Tata FOREVER.

Now when everyone gets to Knotts, it’s not like the group totally stays together. It’s: “meet at [insert name here]‘s house at 4:30 for corsage/boutonniere exchange. Then at 5 we will all venture on over to the lake for pictures. At 6 we will head over to BJ’s/Macaroni Grill/etc. for dinner, and at 730 we will proceed to go to the dance, which starts at 8. At 11 we all need to meet at the front of the park to go back onto the bus.”

As much as I love getting a dress and choosing my hairstyle for formal, it’s really the pre-events that evoke a tremendous amount on stress, not only on me, but certainly on others. It’s all about who goes with who which will determine what group you go with. Now when you have a boyfriend like I do, that’s definitely a setback, especially if your boyfriend goes to a different school. No one likes being off the priority list. But hopefully, things will work in my favor. I mean, you can’t always get what you want, sure. But I’m not a spoiled kid, and I’d like to be spoiled in something, in this case, have an easy breezy ride through Winterformal!

It only gets better though, because you see, after rushing to get out of my house, we didn’t even end up going anywhere. I followed them to about 9 different locations to epically park my car and rage by deciding what to do. A prolonged hour later, I was told to follow them to a party, a sophomore party. Yeah, watching sophomores giving lap dances? Not cute. My two best friends, Lina and Tatyanna, wanted to peace out of there AFAP, which angered my boyfriend who left the party but came back for me. Regardless after some fighting and me being pissed off slash hating my night, we tried to go to a friend’s party, which was exclusive for our senior class. Yeah, drove around for another hour, couldn’t find the place. So at this point I’m beyond furious, no one is giving me legitimate directions, I’m stuck in a car with no iPhone or anything to look up the directions, and it’s now 9:45, with Taty and Lina raging with 11 o’clock curfews.

We drive over to another friend’s house, because apparently this first party has moved over to the second party. Oh boy do I love my generation, I was probably the only sober person there besides my friends. Fights breaking out, random hookups, people falling, being fake broken up with 90234 times as a joke-this was basically the duration of my night. I couldn’t have asked for curfew to come any faster. I went home and ate some lubia polo while watching Bring It On: All or Nothing, which was more than likely a significant highlight of my night. Oh well, there’s always next year right? :/

So starting off, I went to Knott’s Scary Farm on Sunday. Which proved to be, well, not scary at all. The lines were longer, the park was dirtier, the people were weirder, and the monsters were scarce! More than half of them were like totally over their job too, which was funny at first but then made me feel like a dumbass for even spending money on this occasion. Regardless, I was luckily surrounded by three people who I thoroughly adore, so that made the experience rather nice.

As far as good reads, The Kite Runner-probably one of the greatest books I’ve ever read. And I’m not just saying that because my boyfriend is Afghan…but seriously, I couldn’t put it down. It’s especially refreshing subsequent to Crime and Punishment…at least I can understand the words, like naan, jan, khan…not fucking ‘Svidrigailov, Raskolnikov, etc.’

Anywho, long story short, I’m going to conclude by saying that this week can literally not get any better; tonight is the Homecoming game which will..hopefully be a win. Then I have the ACT tomorrow…wish me luck! And finally, a Homecoming dance tomorrow night that I already have a feeling is going to be lame. Oh well.

Tata for now, Neda

Sayanora Slu!

You know, as much as I’d love to be one of those committed bloggers, I just realized that my life is so event-less that I don’t even have much to write about..

Well I guess we should start off with something SEMI intriguing… have you seen any good tv lately!? I have! I saw the Tool Academy 2 along with My Antonio just a few days ago. Tool Academy, probably the most intense episode ever. I won’t spoil because I know there are still people who haven’t seen it. But I’m going to spoil My Antonio, deal with it. FUCK YOU CHRISTY PEACE OUT HOE. HAHA I find it so great that Antonio’s mom like totally screwed her over from the beginning. What a manipulative bitch. <3

Anyway, this week, you can say, has been way too slow. I keep thinking that the present day is really one day forward. On the plus, I did do something eventful today, and that was film Woodbridge Live! Which..isn’t actually live, for those people who keep asking me every 30 seconds. And for all the others who are inquiring about why it’s been taking so long for Woodbridge Live to come on, I have a few words:

a) A good chunk of classrooms don’t have tv’s due to all our unnecessary renovations. Therefore, everything has to be done through the computer.

b) It’s not like you guys care anyway. I mean honestly, I  doubt you’re sitting at home like writing a novel about your anticipation for the show. We’re glad you enjoy it but we haven’t heard one positive thing about it in around, oh, 10 years or so.

I’m really hoping this will be a good year for Woodbridge Live though! Today’s filming was a total success, we did it with only one shot needed, and Paul and I bounced off each other quite nicely if I do say so myself .

So onto other things, I’m totally freaking out about college. I took the SAT again last Saturday. Hopefully I get above a 2000, because if I don’t, Dear Ol’ Stanford will laugh hysterically at my transcript. And I don’t want that, no sir. I’m looking forward to giving myself a break this Sunday at Knott’s Scary Farm, because apparently “Everyone is going that day OMFG ROFLZWOFLZ YOU NEED TO GO”. So, I think I’m going…

Oh totally random but I just realized this week I’ve been eating like complete shit. And by complete shit I mean I’m not eating at all. Which is totally weird for me, considering I scarf down 4 x 4′s with all the extra flying dutchmans’ and such like it’s nbd. But this is kinda a bd, like why am I not hungry?

So moving on to the biggest burden of my senior year thus far, I bombed the AP Stat test last week. Now I have a C dead on in the class, which I guess means I have a B, but again, Stanford doesn’t even give you room for A- ‘s so really what am I doing with my life? Today I randomly told my mom that if things didn’t work out with International Humanitarian Criminal Law, I’d consider being a dentist. Now why the fuck would I consider being a dentist? I really have no fucking clue. I hate teeth. I borderline pass out at the site of gushing blood and or puss. So again I must ask myself, what am I doing with my life?

But alas, to every bad week there’s always a good little snippet of joy. And sadly, I found that snippet of joy in finding my Nintendo DS charger after about 2 years. I thus proceeded to demolish Bowser in Super Mario World Super Mario Advanced 2, then got ovs that and moved on to Cooking Mama, perhaps the single-handedly bombest game alive. Ok I lied. Counter Strike is the bombest game alive. Then comes Need for Speed. Both after the Sims 3 obviously.

Hopefully something exhilerating will happen to me tomorrow (one can only hope). Then I can blog more

Shlates, love Nedz

I'm cool

First off, I want to give straightup credit to Taymez himself for his blog. It inspired ME to just experiment and be like ‘Hey World! I’m Neda and I’m pretty sure you could care less but I think I’m going to feed my own ego and tell myself that people will actually read this.” I think more importantly I just made this so I can see how much I’ve changed from this day until the point in my life that I ditch my blog and become someone in this world. I’m interested to see how I change my outlook on things, my tones and moods, in an attempt to understand myself better. Deep thought right?

Anyways, long story short, I guess I’ll just say that I look forward to startin’ this blog. Not really sure what I’m supposed to do or say, but I mean what the hell, this is my own little space to talk about anything I want, whether it’d be wallabies in Australia or unnecessary law enforcement in Irvine.

I guess I’ll write tomorrow. Hello to a fun and long friendship with my new blog!