Vodka + Jell-O
As I type this, I'm thinking of a name for this post.
I have a LOT to tell you people, but I won't able to do it because I will forget in a while. This happens to me a lot. I have something to say but my mind automatically gets blocked, and the ideas just play around my head without taking an order.
December 23. I left at 10 pm. I couldn't sleep. I hate road trips when I'm scared. For some reason I don't trust people who drive through the freeway. Specially at night. I arrived at 12 am to La Mirada, a.k.a a small town between OC and East LA with a small population, most of them asians and hispanics.
December 24. I haven't told you people about Soojin. I can't even pronounce her name, but she's the first korean person I've ever met. I don't really know her in person, just through the internet [which makes me a loser, I know], but everything started because of a cheap wallet I got, I took a picture of it and posted it on Poupee Girl. She liked it and she told me it looked like a korean designer wallet she liked. So I told her I could send her one if she wanted. So I bought her one and sent it to her. Just like that. I didn't expect her to send anything back, but she offered to send another gift.
So that's how my Christmas Eve started. I received a package at 12pm from Soojin. A cushioned envelope filled with cute japanese goodies. I'm a sucker for cute things. So all the other presents looked like trash to me compared to my package.
I made a cake that day. I hate to cook, but I have to admit no one else in my family makes cakes as good as I do, even if the decoration looks like shit.
I remember eating a lot that day. I probably gained half of the weight I lost back in 2007. Not really. But I did eat a lot. We had turkey, ham, tamales, cake, potato salad, fresh lettuce salad, beans, and vodka Jell-O, courtesy of my cousin who likes to experiment with us [me and his sister], but oh fuck it, we love it.
I just bought gifts for my mom and my brother. My mom received a nice heart pendant that she might never use, and a box filled with some of her favorite DVDs and an iPod speaker. My brother got a wool sweater, because I wouldn't buy cashmere for that fucker.
I got a new cellphone, a doll [yeah, I like dolls at age 20], and a tote.
My mom got drunk that night. But I couldn't care less because I was fucked up too
.
December 25. I had to go visit my uncle and aunt in North Hollywood. It was raining that day and I was scared of the road, because it was wet and foggy. Hollywood was nice. It was sunny up there, and little bit chilly, but who cares, at least it wasn't raining anymore.
We got to my uncle's house. I dislike the guy. His cheap ass couldn't get anything nice to his little girl this Christmas because he spent it all in bars and hoochies. But his wife is the one who's fucked up. She's pregnant. The dude blamed the "economical crisis". I blame the multiple erections a young woman can cause in an old fuck.
I slept at my aunts house that night [my mom's sister]. Her house is a mess, and she wakes up screaming at night. Not because she's having naughty dreams, but because she's just like that. Her mind's all over the place, and she would wake up at 3am just to yell to any of her daughters.
December 26. I left North Hollywood for good. My uncle said "See you next year". And then I thought to my myselft I was lucky because I only have to go through it once a year, and not everyday as my cousins. I really hate it there. Maybe it's just them, because they're ignorant and stupid, and I feel like something's missing when they're around. I got sick that day. My head was hurting and I had a runny nose.
December 27. My mom's birthday was the 28, but she decided to celebrate the 27. So we went to the weirdest place on earth. I don't know why americans [and my mom], are so amused by Disneyland, if they live in the same fucking circus. Honestly, [I'm talking to YOU, the proud american], Disneyland just fucks with your mind making you think you're having the time of your life, while those pigs take shitloads of money out of your pockets.
$69 is what a ticket costs. 30 minutes is the time it takes to get into the park on Christmas season. 20 minutes the time it takes to get to the lockers to store your shit. $7 is the price of the smallest locker. 5 is the number of rides you can take in an entire day [14 hours] due to the excess of people. 1 is the number of things I bought. 0 is the number of steps you can take without stepping on someone, while people are waiting to see the fireworks show, that never came up because it was too cold and Tinkerbell couldn't fly.
December 28. My mom's birthday. She didn;t do nothing but sleep. I gave her a watch as a gift. I think she lost it
already. When I bought it I told Ivan that I had to get her a cheap watch because she was going to lose it soon, so it's not worth buying a Rolex, if she's going to leave it at the Banana Republic's fitting room. I think I went to Ross that day, and I got kicked out of it because I tried some high heels on and I decided to walk around the shop with them, while my two aunts were looking for some pillows and shit. I just went with them because I needed to go to Target to get some pads [as in Always feminine pads]. Periods + Flu = The best way to spend the Holidays.
December 29. I did nothing this day. I think I woke up super early to go to Target and catch the after Christmas deals. I hate Target after Christmas because people go crazy over all that shit. My mom wanted me to go with her [she dragged me into the car while I was still wearing pijamas.] At least I got a whole bunch of sweets for free.
December 30. I didn't do nothing this day. I overslept and spent some time with my niece and my two nephews. The little one is just pure love. I love him because he's not mine. All he does is eat, burp, shit, sleep and cry.
December 31. I can't remember what happened this day. I made another cake, and I got drunk. Pretty fucking drunk. But nobody noticed because they were all drunk too. My cousin made me eat some of his vodka Jell-O cups. Then, once we were all fucked up, we went out and started running throught the empty streets like crazy bitches. We came home screaming Happy New Year, hugging everyone, and then I passed out.
January 1st. I woke up throwing up. The weird this is, I didn't get one of those heavy hangovers. I just threw up like twice and the nasty feeling and the headache were gone. Then I went back to sleep and I didn't wake up until 3pm. Then me and my cousin when to the mall, to return all the ugly sweaters my mom's brother and sister gave me as Christmas gifts.
January 2nd. I went to the mall again. But didn't do nothing interesting. I was supposed to come back that day, but I didn't, because it started raining.
January 3rd. I went to Banana Republic because my cousin works there. My mom bought some pants while I was looking around the cheap stuff at Victoria's Secret. Those fucking PINK hoodies are horribly overpriced. I've been wating to get one for a year now, and whenever I'm willing to spend the money on one, they never have anything I like.
I packed all my shit plus some gifts for the people who couldn't make it to L.A.
Usually there are like 30 people staying at my aunt's house during Christmas season. And this [last] year, we were only 12.
Tomorrow I have to go back to school. Only for two weeks, then I'll have another two weeks off.
I hate going to college.
I don't know what else to type, but I'm pretty sure I have something else to say.
Today's song is Heartless by Kanye West.
While I think of something I'll put some pictures I uploaded to my Flickr account.
Have fun while I come back to reality.
See ya!
Karina
Comments
"All he does is eat, burp, shit, sleep and cry"
Sounds like one of my Saturdays.
How about calling this post 'Cake and Throwing up my liver?"
LMAO!
I'm high on L.A.... I need to go into detox before I kill myself.
I kinda miss all the people.
sounds like break was quite interesting
I went yesterday to the store.
I didn't like anything, except for some Pink makeup bag, but uggh... I didn't get it because the lines were fucking long., I wanted a hoodie but all they had was extra small, and the hoodies weren't even on sale.