I was rummaging through my closet to look for a missing Madonna album but instead found a CD that contained most of the files I had saved since when I was 14 years old.

I’m 23 now.

If anyone has gone through adolescence, I’m sure you may know that we change, evolve and develop the most during this stage…so looking at these ancient files again sort of makes me me cringe, and burn that CD to crisp to get rid of any evidence that I was once an annoying, ditsy tween.

Oy, but a part of me wants to keep it for the memories and giggles. Even though I’ve saved the lamest shit in my files, it’s a part of my internet-history–an internet history I’d like to share with the rest of my fellow brethren…

10. Blinkies

Careful, you might get an epileptic seizure if you stare at them long enough!

Blinkies, at the time, were the cutest things to have when you were 14 because they were small animations that looked glittery and shiny, and it either had a heart, fairy or some cute little shit dancing around it.

The best part about blinkies was making them. Yes, I made them, each and every one of these cute, bedazzled little fuckers you see in this post. It was especially enjoyable making ‘em too, simply because there are so many creative ways you can think of to make an awesome blinkie. You can have the words blink, scroll, dance or make it go flat our crazy–the choice is your’s!

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If I’m not updating this blog as usual starting today, then it probably means I’m having a kickass time doing kickass stuff.

Now what might be some of those kickass things I will be doing that’s so kickass for the summer you ask?

Well, I’m decorating my new bedroom (hey I consider that to be kickass thanks). I want my bedroom to scream…ohhh I don’t know…five-year-old girl with a sick and twisted fucked-up mind? Mebbe. I bought a bedroom set that’s actually meant for younger girls (lol);  it’s really adorable, has a pure cottage-vintagey taste to it, however, I’m planning to add certain things that will add a touch of creepiness to it, just a touch (An understatement? Mebbe).

I’ve already purchased two adorable plush taxidermy from T&A Friendly for my wall:

Next week, I will be going to Las Vegas for the first time for my brother’s fiance’s bachelorette party.  Part of the trip includes seeing Thunder Down Under, which I am a little nervous by, just ’cause I’m not so much turned on by male strippers. I think they’re gross.  I rather, very much, check out female strippers as oppose to seeing a squad of male strippers completely stripped of their manliness-doing awkward stripper dance routines to which I consider is more feminine.

Then there is my brother’s wedding.  And I get to have their place in Santa Ana all to myself for a couple of days when they’re at their honeymoon. There will be lots of furniture shopping, museums to check out, and foods to eat.

Lacuna Coil show in Hollywood with my kickass friends. Three goals I have for the show is to:

1. Rock out really hard with friends.
2. Not get hurt.
3. To add more deadliness into a deadly mosh pit by performing a roundhouse kick of death (but that could conflict with goal #2 wouldn’t it?)

And the best of all, Comic-Con and Video Games Lives in San Diego!  Will be dressing up as the female counterpart of Kakashi from Naruto!!

So there you have it, my kickass plans for the summer.  And if I’m not blogging as usual, you can look at these tasteful photos that was taken recently at Cheesecake Factory restaurant.  My beauty will surely keep you occupied entranced until the next entry…

1. My neighbor’s intense Mexican music
There’s this Mexican family that lives across the street from me and every Saturday and Sunday afternoon, the dad goes to his truck and bumps up some crazy ass Mexican type of music so the whole neighborhood can hear it.

I don’t know what the genre is called but the one I’m listening to it right now (yes, he’s playing it at this very moment) is fast, usually one-note, and every now and then you hear a man’s voice and it’s always either really high-pitched and piercing (weee beeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!) or really low and throaty.

I really don’t know what I’m listening to but I fucking love it.

2. Answering a shitload of questions on Yahoo! Answers
About once a month, for three whole years, I’ve been going on Yahoo Answers late at night to enlighten minds.

3. Asking a shitload of dumb questions on Yahoo! Answers
I’ll be honest here; some of my questions on there are really pathetic, though I do it anyway because their answers give me some weird sense of finality and certainty.

Believe it or not, I’m the person who Yahoo users think is suffering from paranoia because I’d ask completely unnecessary questions such as, “Does he rly like me?” and in the description I’d put shit like, “Well…we text each other a lot, and well…we talk on the phone until 4am and he buys me dinner. What do you think?”

When more than one person answers, “Yeah sounds like you guys have something going on” I can sleep at night.

I can’t help myself.

4. Eating at Denny’s or iHop with buddies until 3 or 4 A.M.
For some reasons breakfast just taste so fucking delicious during that time-not that breakfast food isn’t generally good, it’s just 10x better when you eat it around 3 in the morning.

5. Coughing up a gnarly looking loogie and analyzing it
Thanks to one of my gaming buddies, Dan, he recently mentioned something about examining a loogie after spitting it out, to which I bashfully replied, “I uh…I do that.”

I’m actually sick right now, and for the past few days, I’ve been hocking up the gnarliest looking shit-globs of shit snot and mucous you will ever see in your lifetime. And it fucking hurts too. It’s the kind of loogie where it feels like it’s slicing your throat with a vegetable peeler ever time you cough or clear your throat.

It’s so gnarly that after every spit, I’d say, “What the fuck is that?” and I’d end up studying it for a minute or two, you know, inspecting the coloration, the impressions that it leaves when I wiggle it with my finger, the layers, the depth, and the moisture of the loogie.