Flashback Friday on Sunday

So my Blogger friend Temple has this cool thing she does called Flashback Friday. I asked her if I could steal and and she said yes. Then I got lazy and didn't even do it. But she did it again, and that makes me officially behind, so OK. I'm gonna do it right now.


(I copy and pasted all of this from her.)
So, this is how the game is played, kiddos. Use the "random date generator" (seriously, this exists) at

http://sqa.fyicenter.com/Online_Test_Tools/Random_Date_Time_Value_Generator.php

to pick a random date (I limited my search from 1990 through today) and then I took the random date and plugged it in to Google with "top 40 hits" and voila, I got the Top 10 Songs on that date. The idea is to choose one of the Top 10 Songs from your random date and then have a "flashback"!
(end of copy and paste from Temple's blog)


OK, well I'm not as smart as her. I tried to do the google thing and there were way too many options. So I pulled my random date,which was December 8, 1990 and then I googled "December 8, 1990 music" and I found a link to Billboard. ANYWAY....my song is Because I Love You by Stevie B.

So here's the scene. It's 7th grade in Manteca, CA. At this particular point in time, I've got a group of girlfriends and we all run like a pack of wolves. Angie, Jennifer, Beth, Priscilla, Selena, Dana, and me. We rolled deep. We were at the winter dance that I had absolutely no interest in going to. At that time, I only danced in Angie's bedroom or in Priscilla's living room or in my room. I didn't want to take my dancing skills (or lack of) public. But the girls went to the dance, so of course I had to go.

Much like now, I had to be different. I wasn't the prissy girl, but I wasn't some freak of nature kid either. I just felt like if I was going to waste my time going to a dance, then something cool had better happen. Well, nothing cool happened. All the girls were holding up the wall on one side of the cafeteria and the boys were holding up the wall at the other end of the cafeteria. I'm not joking when I say that it went on like this for at least a half an hour. It was lame. Finally, Amy and Charlie (two people I have no idea where they are now) met in the middle and slow dance to probably New Kids on the Block or something. Me and the girls snickered. Priscilla knew I was ready to head for the door. So she dared me. Back in those days, I couldn't say no to a dare.

She dared me to dance with the nerdiest kid in school. I can't remember his name name, but he had read hair and he was super smart. And he kinda smelled like pee and he always had pink eye. So I told her I'd ask him to dance when the next slow song came on. And of course, it had to be Stevie B., Because I Love You. Ugh. So I asked him and he got all excited and said yeah. Great.

According to iTunes, this song is 4 minutes and 20 seconds. I can tell you that in 7th grade, this song is 37 minutes and 42 seconds.

The nerd kid was shaking while he had his hands around my waist and we walked in a circle for 37 minutes and 42 seconds. By the time the song was over, his hormones went into overdrive and he smelled of B.O. and I had sweat marks on my shirt from where his hands were.

Gross.

I hated all of my girls for the rest of the night.

New Internet Best Friend Part II

Happy Sunday folks. Here's an update and the official start of the bff search. Let me just say that I have a serious case of ADD and Danielle gave me a swift kick in the ass to get me moving on this. So, here it goes.

Every Sunday, I'll post a new "challenge" or request for something that I need you to do. Danielle will be THE judge. We figured we didn't really want to do something that requires a lot of work, because if you're like me, you're already bored too. Haha! OK, so this week I'm asking a very basic thing from you. Add me to your My Space and/or Facebook. The link to my My Space page is here and my Facebook is here.

All you have to do is send me a friend's request and let me know you're from Blogger. Then Danielle and I will scour your pages and next Sunday we'll let you know who is in and who is out.

Sundays will be the big days for the New Internet Best Friend. I'll post a new challenge every Sunday and also follow up on the week previous.

So what do you get for winning the internet best friend? I will pimp your blog on My Space, on Facebook, as well as here on Blogger. And if you really want, I'll send you a signed picture of me. :)

So this is officially the the start of Round One. Imagine the sound of a bell ringing.

imitation is the sincerest form of flattery

However, from this minute forward if you see something on my blog that you deem worthy of being on your blog, please let me know. Otherwise I kinda feel like you just ripped my tongue out of my mouth so you could speak. Thank you and Happy Thursday readers!!

Tagged for tidbits

I got this from a fellow blogger. She didn't actually tag me, but her blog invited any and all readers to do it too, and so I am. Maybe this will even come in handy for my potential new best friend.

Here goes....

Tidbit No. 1: I'm really white. So white that I don't tan. I just burn, blister, peel, and then I'm white again. One time in high school I tried using tanning lotion and turned orange. So after that faded away, I thought I'd use foundation to add some color to my legs. In case you are not aware, foundation should ONLY be applied on the face. Unless you want make up rings on your socks.

Tidbit No. 2: I'm really competitive. I've been that way my whole life, but have only recently realized it. It doesn't matter what's going on. I always have to win whatever game I'm playing. If I don't, then the game sucks and I'm not friends with whoever kicked my ass for at least 5 minutes.

Tidbit No. 3: I really hate when the window is open when I'm sleeping if it's less than say, 70 degrees or so outside. I wake up with a horrific sore throat every time. James and I have tried to find a happy medium, but the sore throat results in me snoring and then him rolling me around the bed to shut me up. I don't win that battle. So every night, I don't like him for at least 5 minutes.

Tidbit No. 4: I really really really hate it when clocks are set to the wrong time. Right now, my computer clock says 6:32 pm, so I can promise you that every clock in my apartment says 6:32 pm right now as well. I don't know where this comes from, but I really cannot stand it when clocks say different times. If every clock is wrong, that's fine. But they all need to be in sync (not like the boy band). I might be a little OCD and I'm totally cool with that.

Tidbit No. 5: I typically don't care what people think of me. I don't care if someone sees me out shopping with my hair a ratted mess, make up all down my face, and wearing sweats that are 2 sizes too big for me. But if someone doesn't laugh at something funny I said, I take it very personally. Call me ugly, call me lazy, don't call me unfunny.

Tidbit No. 6: I can fall asleep at any time I want to and anywhere I want to. Doesn't matter the time of day, what's going on, or who's there. Give me 3 minutes with my eyes closed and I'll be dreaming in 4.

Tidbit No. 7: Whenever Danny and James are gone and I have the apartment to myself, I always plan to watch TV, read a book, pluck my eyebrows, and other assorted things that one can think of to get done when no one else is home. But almost every time I have the time to myself, I sit in front of my computer and waste my day away on MySpace, TMZ and Perez Hilton.


OK, so there it is. I'm not tagging anyone though. It's not that I'm too lazy, it's that I don't know how. Alright, I'm too lazy to take the time to learn how.

It's your turn.

Go.

New Internet Best Friend Part I

OK, two followers, one person I know who reads my blog but isn't a follower, and any and everyone else. I have an update. If you read the post that I did last night, you'll know that I was pondering what makes one qualify as a best friend. Damn Paris Hilton. I half jokingly mentioned maybe starting a BFF friend search like Paris Hilton. Minus the skanks and parties and MTV camera crew. However, I have received 2 comments on people who said they'd be down to do it. Danielle thinks it's fucking hilarious (I might have over exaggerated a little), so we're doing it. We were just talking on the phone and started throwing around some ideas to get the ball rolling. She said I need to make a list of things I love and things I hate. So off the top of my head, here's what I have so far.

Things I Love:
*Sex and the City
*UFC
*chocolate
*bad music (bad meaning Britney Spears. If you're laughing, you're automatically DQ'd)
*kool aid
*lasagna
*Desperate Housewives
*The Real Housewives of (fill in city here, except New York. I hate those bitches)
*ok....most reality TV

And now on to..

Things I Hate:
*when clocks are wrong
*germs
*The Real Housewives of New York
*worms, slugs, snails - basically all things that have less than one leg (people excluded) and things that have more than six legs
*drama queens
*Hannah Montana

Alright. So there's the rough draft of the list. I'm sure it will change a million times because as I previously mentioned, I'm really forgetful and I can't think of anything else right now.

Danielle and I also discussed what does it mean to be an internet best friend. Like, what does the winner get out of it. I was thinking big and thought that the winner can have an all expenses unpaid trip to San Francisco and we can have lunch (of your choice because you're paying). She thought that was cool. Then she said that maybe the winner can also have an autographed picture of yours truly. Insert obvious one liner here (Save it because it'll be worth money some day).

We also need to come up with a list of challenges that can all be done online. So no, I won't ask anyone to eat a fetal pig's no no parts. I might ask you to post videos. Ohh...that one just came to me! Maybe you can even do my homework! Happy day! I dunno. We shall see.

And as if all this isn't already cool enough, Danielle's gonna do it too! I know you guys are jumping off your chairs and screaming like you just saw Brangelina walk into your living room. It's exciting, I know. I'm stoked too.

OK, so there it is. The stupid Paris Hilton idea runs through my mind onto my fingertips and onto Blogger. Should be fun and definitely interesting. :)

email joke of the day

One sunny day late in January 2009, an old man approached the White House from across Pennsylvania Avenue , where he'd been sitting on a park bench.




He spoke to the U. S. Marine standing guard and said, 'I would like to go in and meet with President Bush.'



The Marine looked at the man and said, 'Sir, Mr. Bush is no longer president and no longer resides here.'



The old man said, 'Okay' and walked away.



The following day, the same man approached the White House and said to the same Marine, 'I would like to go in and meet with President Bush.'



The Marine again told the man, 'Sir, as I said yesterday, Mr. Bush is no longer president and no longer resides here.'



The man thanked him and, again, just walked away.



The third day, the same man approached the White House and spoke to the very same U. S. Marine, saying 'I would like to go in and meet with President Bush.'



The Marine, understandably agitated at this point, looked at the man and said, 'Sir, this is the third day in a row you have been here asking to speak to Mr Bush. I've told you already that Mr. Bush is no longer the president and no longer resides here. Don't you understand?'



The old man looked at the Marine and said, 'Oh, I understand. I just love hearing it.'



The Marine snapped to attention, saluted, and said, 'See you tomorrow!!!!!'.

Originality for $500 please, Alex

Despite my keen sense of adaptability (is that even a word?), I'm not really much one for change. I used to like Facebook. Until they changed the layout. But yesterday, MySpace launched this new 2.0 thing or whatever it's called. I took to it quite well. In fact, I kinda love it. And I took down my Barack Obama layout for something less political and maybe more cute. Not saying he's ugly..I'm just saying something different that the seriousness of politics. Anyway, I like my MySpace layout so much that I have now made it my blog layout. There's a gazillion layouts out www.pyzam.com if you're interested. Just don't use this one.

I wasn't planning on discussing this, but the TV is on for background noise. And Paris Hilton is auditioning people for a new best friend. So it makes me wonder, 1. WTF happened to Nicole Ritchie? 2. Why would anyone want to be Paris Hilton's bff? 3. Why do they just keep giving reality shows to any and everyone?

I'm thinking, what would the criteria be to find a new best friend? Do people actually go out and meet friends with a mental check list of what their friends should or should not be? What makes your regular friends different from good friends and different from best friends?

No, I'm not the girl that doesn't have any friends. I have friends. And I have my best friend. Who I didn't like when I first met, by the way. I'm just curious what makes people decide who is who and what is what.

And I'm thinking that I should have a blogger best friend search! How cool would that be? But Danielle, you can't play. Read the fine print. It's not for friends and family. You're already employed here.

I think that when I figure out how to pimp out my blog and get more than 2 followers (thanks for the pity, Brittany) maybe we can make a game and have new internet best friends that we don't know. Thoughts?

FINE PRINT: Danielle cannot play this game.