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as of 3/27/08-----LOVES:
my boyfriend of 9+ years, fiance of 6 mos, soon to be husband forever, and love of my life is the REY of sunshine in my crazy world of work, grad school, and whatever other shinanigans i involve myself with. without my laptop or my ipod i would be lost. i think DVRs are the greatest invention of all time. my family means more to me than i show. potato chips and mac n cheese are the evils in my life that keep my thighs plump and arteries clogged. vodka keeps me sane though i also love a good glass of wine at the end of a long day. KTVS, KD, and TLS are proof that true friendships never faulter no matter the circumstances life throws at us and ease my mind knowing that i can always come home to them no matter how far away we all may be. "fuck" is the most appropriate work for any situation and to describe anything. and nothing compares to spending the day on a mountain with my snowboard.HATES:
the fake ass girls i've encountered in my life drive me insane with their lack of intention to care as much as they say they do, incapability of being drama free, and immaturity over the most caddy things. the fake ass guys that i've run into make me laugh at their sad pathetic attempts to be what they know they'll never be. people who don't want to venture and try new things and just succom to the ordinary routines of everyday life frustrate (and bore) the hell out of me. FEET are my arch nemesis. and all dentists are EVIL.GOALS:
i've recently decided that becoming dr. wong will have to wait for a more suitable time in my life. in four months i'll be a wifey. in a year i'll have my masters. hopefully in two-three years i'll be a mom and somewhere in between i'll have traveled around the world while i'm still young and have no strings to tie me down.TALENTS:
eating more than you!, clocking a bitch in the face when she flips off my boo, falling asleep within 60 seconds of closing my eyes - regardless of time of day, getting drunk and doing the souljah boy on the couch of the club, choking on cotton candy (armi that one's for you)
