p.s.

[about me]
i guess i should go ahead and tell you a wee bit about myself...
this might take a while...
okay. my name is monica.
i'm sixteen, and because i suck at life, i still don't have my permit.
*sigh*
i live in this "awe-inspiring" little town that i cannot tell you the name of in case you have this sick notion to stalk me down and kill me...
anyway...
everyone hates this town.
i love it.
i'm slightly taller than average, or so i've been informed on countless occassions...
but i really don't agree.
in case you're color-blind and can't see what color hair i have in my pictures, or are just severely judgement- impaired, it's brown... yeah, that's right- brown. not black. :-) hehe
and i have brown eyes.
i laugh too loud. too much.
i have several occassions where i'm momentarily psycho-hyper.
it's fun.
i'm the prime example of a complete and utter clutz.
i break chapstick.
and jewlery.
i once broke three tubes (that's what they're called, right? tubes?) of chapstick in a week.
i've become accustomed to embarrassing moments.
followed by months of torturous inside jokes.
i love it when people play with my hair. it's a... fetish of sorts.
i want a guy to break out his guitar and sing to me someday.
i have a weakness for musically-inclined and/or rhythm-happy folks.
[even though... i'm not exactly one myself.]
they're hawt.
i love music.
i love drama. (theatre crap)
i probably suck at it and just don't know it.
but that's fine.
i hate real drama.
with a passion.
i'm generally one of the happiest people you'll ever meet.
[ on my good days ]
i actually proudly own some decent morals.
for instance...
i only lie when perfectly necessary.
(little white lies.)
[ and sometimes when it's not necessary. like to my mom. sometimes. ]
i've only technically cheated on a test once... hehe.
i hate drugs. drugs are pretty gay.
and alcohol. that pretty much falls into the same category.
speaking of hating things...
compulsive liars is cutting it pretty close there.
i'm not a hypocrite. i just don't like em.
i don't like being yelled at. i completely despise it.
some people call me bubbly.
[which i believe to be a nicer form of ditzy, because everyone apparently believes that i am... but i'm really not as ditzy as i come off to be sometimes... okay, maybe... just a little...]
{my cool pal elen pointed out that to make people think i was smart, i should put effervesent instead of bubbly. and i agree. hehe.}
you think i'm a genius now, don't you? :-)
i'm optomistic- [i think] well, maybe i just like telling myself what i'd like to believe.... lol. either way, i appreciate the more positive side of things usually.
school photos are the spawn of satan. i will personally take them out back and shoot them in their
a-ess-ess.
i love people... and what would i do without myspace? it's rockin awesome. i think i could marry it and have its babies. (which is perfectly acceptable in today's society, i believe.) lol
in a few seconds, i am gonna reveal to you the most awesome person in the freaking universe!!
okay, ready...?
[get ready, this is really great]...
[and heck no it's not me...]
[although i would be a good candidate, yes? yes.]
okay, this is it....
carrie victoria .
heck yes!
she is the awesomest mother freaker alive.
this girl is like, my life- like... my other half.
she's hilarious- she can always make me laugh till i pee.
quite literally.
actually, i'm lying.
but pretty close.
so close... it scares me.
i love her to pieces!!
we get each other.
i can talk to her about anything.
anything .
i think it's pretty much safe to say i spend a majority of my current life with her.
i really honestly don't know what i would do without you, carrie.
probably... die.
or something.
no.
i'd probably live.
but it would suck.
badly.
it's crazy.
and to settle your suspicions, we're not related.
despite popular belief that all mexican-looking people must be blood...
grr.
racists.
teehee.
however... i do feel like she could be my sister.
which wouldn't actually be too bad...
while we're on the subject of race, we're both half-filipino...
which could explain why we're so cool.
but it doesn't.
she's always referred to as the jalapeno.
i'm just a plain old filipino.
no one considers me a type of pepper.
i think it's because i'm not hot...
but correct me if i'm wrong.
*crickets chirping*
...sigh...
we sing together. a lot. and everywhere.
[ rephrasing: she sings better than me . a lot. and everywhere. hehe ]
and we sing at ze holy place on sundays in prattville, so it's pretty amazing.
[we're both catholic. that's pretty cool too.]
we are also dorks.
and proud of it.
we make pretty decent grades.
we once admitted to... *gasp*... liking school ...
ew.
we were under the influence of...
drugs ...
obviously.
i mean...
*ahem*
i kid.
i kid.
geez.
i crack myself up.
but seriously...
school's actually okay sometimes.
if you dare to disagree...
uh... yeah. that's fine. just leave a message in my inbox. thanks.
:-)
me and carrie used to write a lot.
little loserish teenage love stories ...
and even one scary story once upon a time...
<[u>the cat story]
carrie.
if you don't remember that one...
i'm going to shoot you. lol.
here's another little factoid about us:
we carry on conversations in our sleep .
weird, right?
right.
but it's still thuper-duper cool.
you should envy us.
hehe.
but like i was saying... this girl rocks.
so hard.
she is the ultimate shiz.
none can compare. :-)
carrie- i friggen love you.
like an effin mofo!!!
and that may not seem like much...
but it's still...
*raises eyebrow*
something .
-♥-
then there's sarah. which is carrie's other best friend.
and one of mine.
oh geez sarah, you are the shiz. hehe
you make me laugh.
verah hard.
and even though much of our deep conversations revolve around the same thing... repeatedly ... it's okay. because i still love you!!
you are effin crazy! and that's cool. because so am i.
i rode a gator for the first time at your house.
i wrecked us into a friggen bush.
but that doesn't derive from my awesome driving skills or anything ridiculous like that...
;-)
i also got about two feet away from bragging rights of having touched a cow for the first time, at your home.
update on the cow situation: i almost touched it again.
but it ran.
and it made me sad.
i took "the shiz" and made it quite literal.
all over your leg.
ew.
i'm sorry.
that cow dung shouldn't have been in my path...
lol.
i eat...
way
too
much
at your house.
but that's cool. cause the food is good.
you have excellent taste in music.
and even when you have your mood swings, you will always be pretteh... :-)
plus i think you're the only one out of me and carrie that has something remotely close to a job and an income so that makes you extra cool.
hehe and i looooove you. verah much.
-♥-
jon mccann.
you're amazing.
you helped me cheat on my homework/test once.
you live two houses down from me.
you knocked on my window one night and scared the bajeebers out of me and carrie.
you are hilarious.
i like to hug you.
you have unusually long fingers.
and curly hair.
you've cut my lawn a couple times.
you sang to my mom so she'd let me go to your party.
it's easy to talk to you.
because you're cool.
you mumble sometimes.
you're super smart. (in math, anyway...)
you created what you called "the i-spy agency" last year in a plot to make me break up with my boyfriend.
we did. but not because of your agency. sorry.
you are a sweetheart.
who doesn't love you, jon?
yeah. you're pretty great.
-♥-
roosell- you're weird.
and i love it.
you play the drums for st. joseph's on wednesdays and sundays.
i like that too.
you're not just an innocent little catholic boy.
at all.
you don't care what anyone thinks.
you have this strange code language thingy with your friend.
i don't get it.
you are now private russell meadows.
[it's hawt.]
you're on the drumline at your school.
you're awesome at it.
you're good at pretty much everything.
but you'd never admit it.
you make me laugh.
you wrote me a poem.
you're fun to be around.
my mom absolutely adores you.
you use big words.
carrie doesn't always understand them.
and neither do i. (sometimes)
overall, you pretty much rock, though.
.mwah.
-♥-
brittany- it must be hard being as hot as you.
you take shiz and amplify it to the max.
you make me laugh verah hard. even when you attempt to drown me. which is okay.
you forget your lines for your character in the plays. but it's cool. because you still rock opening night.
i like the way you say fluffy .
you enjoy taking terrible pictures of people. [me.]
alohilani is alive and well in my bedroom.
pet rocks rock.
thank you. :-)
you never take your own lunch tray. but's that's okay, cause i still verah much love you!
-♥-
kaytee- you rock my pants off... no really. you do.
you can always make me smile!
you're unique and not easily phased.
which rocks.
and even though you get sick of your boyfriends easily, that's cool, cause you're too sexy to be claimed by one person.
except me.
yeah, you're pretty much mine.
;-)
and i love you. hehe.
-♥-
dawnisha- you listen.
probably to a lot more crap of mine than a lot of other people are willing to put up with.
and i love you for it!
there are times when i tick you off really badly. but you love me through it all.
[i hope!]
you're super-loyal and can be a wee bit over-protective.
but i think that's awesome.
you'd beat anyone's buttocks that tries to hurt me.
and even the ones who don't. hehe.
[but maybe that's just for your own personal twisted pleasure. i'm not sure. hehe.]
:-)
you do my makeup. cause i like it. even if you don't.
you can't say "old". or anything near it.
you allow me to kidnap your jacket in class.
and take it home...
and keep it for a couple weeks...
you let me cheat off of you when i don't know the answer.
you're super intelligent.
you have a very funny dance.
you burn me cd's when i beg of you.
and even when i don't.
which is just darn sweet.
you're wild and crazy but that's what makes you you!
i'm sorry you tend to pick the wrong guys sometimes!
you'll find that special one someday.
and he'll be perfect.
and yours.
-♥-
donna- you're rockin awesome and i love talking to you!
hanging out with you is nine times better!
especially when we sing karaoke and gossip.
you can always cheer me up and you tend to make me feel like a gazillion bucks cause you always say very nice things about me! hehe
and your hugs are priceless!
you make me all warm and fuzzy inside!
you're so modest and shy sometimes.
but you're truly a beautiful person inside and out so...
flaunt it. :-)
your smile is gorgeous and you make me happy!
plus you're one of the few that's always super-excited to see me!
i love it.
and i love you!! hehe
-♥-
mesha- you have some mad tennis skills.
and you used to sit around and tell me "your momma" jokes in p.e.
that was the shiz.
not only did you sit around with me and shonna in the locker room quite often...
(while we skipped out on those wonderful physical activites)
...but you kept us entertained by climbing on top of the lockers.
over.
and over.
it was awesome. hehe.
you rock.
and i love you!! :-)
-♥-
summer- you are the shiznit.
your nickname for me is buttercup.
because you say it like no one else.
i don't have a nickname for you...
you promised the drama class that you would buy us those little rock things that make the firecracker noises.
we never got them.
when we watched cats in drama, you broke out into imitation dance in front of the class.
i was scarred for life.
hehe.
not really.
you walked into chemistry class late every morning for like... two weeks straight.
then you got suspended.
hehe.
you have a hot job at jim massey's.
i love you, summer!
-♥-
stevie- you are awesome.
you get pissed off really easily.
but i love you still.
you're unique.
no one messes with you.
you're fun.
you're easy to talk to about things.
you speak your mind, and don't care who it offends, which takes a really talented person, i'm telling you. hehe
i love you!
-♥-
josh
joshua.
joshie.
whatever you go by.
you ah amazing.
you listen to every single bit of crap that i have to say.
even if you don't want to. and that is great.
you're training me on that southern accent.
you are so country.
you work in the fields for fun.
you work at walmart.
you want to be a farmer one day.
on a farm.
you used to write theories about life.
you like your coffee.
a lot of it.
we have awkward conversations in fourth period.
you're one of the "dying breed".
i'm so proud.
*beams*
you wanted to marry an apachee indian girl last year.
maybe you still do.
you make up weird nicknames for me. i.e. slappy, spanky, slappy bag, bag of slappiness, etc.
you listen to hank williams, merle haggard, and jimmy hendrix.
i'm sure there's more.
you also listen to cool stuff. like flyleaf. and evanesance.
you call everyone "killer" and refer to everybody as "cuz"
you always say either "git-er-dun" or "get you some."
basically, what i'm saying is...
you're a really cool dude.
-♥-
ethan [pitts]
you're a really neat guy.
you never make up your mind.
you like squeezing me in random places.
[it's cause you're weird.]
and you probably think i'm fat.
we used to be in a band with you.
for like two days.
and then people stopped calling us to practice.
what's up with that?
huh?
it's okay.
you make me smile.
i can talk to you.
you call me honey mustard in letters.
i call you fudgenut.
yep- it's all pretty cool.
-♥-
ethan [mauch]
you would shoot me if i called you emo.
i like your hair.
you're pretty cool.
you like the way i lick my teeth when i say something stupid.
or something like that.
it's kinda weird... personally.
lol.
you're late for homeroom pretty much everyday.
you hate school.
you have cool shoes.
you're afraid of the deep end.
you have piercings in both ears.
you just recently started to wear eyeliner.
it's neato.
you're a cool dude.
-♥-
muzak.
[that's gangsta for music.]
it's the shiz.
what would this world be without it?
i'll tell you.
quiet.
and deathly boring .
the end.
-♥-
my current spur-of-the-moment aspirations and/or goals:
*i want to touch a cow...
*but a hippo would do.
♥

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