Finally, after having spent all month trying to arrive at a decision, Elizabeth finally made her choice:
THE
VERDICT
IS
HARVARD!!!!!!!!!
I pretty much died from happiness and was immediately resurrected when she called me and informed me of her decision. I am absolutely excited that she will be flying to the same destination with me this fall!
I went to Red Mango today with my Odyssey of the Mind team...minus Sang and Irene since they had different agendas. I ate the dark chocolate yogurt which was good for a while but kinda bitter that it tasted somewhat like raisins. Then me, Brittany, and Ale went to Chic-fil-a to get these free waffle fries and a brownie with these two coupons that I had. I know that the coupons were meant to bring people in to buy more things while they get free items with the coupons but I'm one of those people that doesn't care to walk in and only redeem coupons without buying anything...maybe that makes me indecent but it doesn't matter...FREE STUFF!
Anyway, then we decided to go to Target and try on clothes. We saw these RIDICULOUSLY padded bras and decided to try them on because we were curious to see what it looked and felt like to have basketball tits...that's an exaggeration obviously. Omg, never again will I touch one of those HIDEOUS things. Our boobs looked pointy like cones....FUCKING CONES!
A word of advice to girls with tiny boobs: Don't waste your money buying that junk...it's just false advertisement and your better off getting surgery, getting use to what your genes gave you, or stuffing your bra with toilet paper or bubble wrap.
I could go on about super padded bras but I've got poor Toshi waiting for me on the phone while I ignore him typing away. The point is...yay Elizabeth for chosing Harvard and BEWARE OF THE SUPER PADDED BRA POINTY TITS AFFECT!
Mildly amused,
Dina Starr
Friday, April 29, 2011
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Confused friends and perverted dudes.
This past morning, at 9:00 a.m. , I went to eat breakfast at IHOP with my sister Denice and friends, Elizabeth and Danny. Topic at today's breakfast table: college decisions. After weeks of continuous deliberation, both are still quite confused as to which college they want to attend. Elizabeth, deciding between Harvard and Princeton, apparently can't make up her mind but I think that she really DOES know but is just trying to make the process more difficult and stressful for herself. If you're reading this, Elizabeth, I am joking! I decided that my attempts to try to influence your decision are futile and only you can know what's best for you. I know you'll make the right decision, whatever it may be. As for Danny, he is still deciding between Rice and UPenn...he was apparently suppose to make a decision by the afternoon but I for some reason doubt that happened. I'm gonna be excited when both of them make up their freakishly indecisive minds!
During mariachi, since our directors Hernandez and Marroquin weren't present, I spent a good amount of time playing my guitar and singing random pop songs that came to my head. Then, when someone began to jam out to "Billionaire" I immediately had to join in and sing the first verse and chorus obnoxiously since those were the only parts I knew and the rest I just filled in by saying "watermelon" a billion times. I'm just joking about the "watermelon" part but apparently it's a word that works to sing when you don't know the lyrics of a song. I highly disagree that its a good alternative to actually learning the lyrics. So then this one guy in marachi (I will not be naming him for his own sake) asked me to go outside the class to practice singing the song and playing it on the guitar with him. Everything was going fine until he HAD to ask "Can I tell you something?" "Sure" I agreed. I was thinking that he was going to tell me something about one of the girls in dance (the dance room is right next door to the mariachi room) because there was this sketchy looking girl that had walked by us at the time that he asked.
"You have a really big ass. I like it...I can't stop looking at it"
I stayed silent while I was mentally vomiting at the fact that this PIG who normally would criticize me and take my guitar to piss me off was telling me this so nonchalantly.
"Can you keep your comments to yourself? That was kinda disrespectful" I uttered in disgust.
"Its a compliment. You should be happy. I bet alot of guys tell you that."
Yes, you're right, I thought to myself...and those guys were pieces of crap like you. The only difference is that I think you're probably the most trashy one.
"You're making me feel uncomfortable...can you stop looking at me with those sickening eyes?" I told him this while he stared with his hungry little perverted eyes.
"You also have big t..."
That's it, buddy. You can get your "chinchin" (thank you, Toshi, for teaching me this word) happy by fantasizing about another pair of a#$ and t*%$ cause I'm out. So I left him and his probably already mini boner without saying a word.
I have one question. WHO THE HELL DO THESE PRICKS THINK THEY ARE?
This is directed to the disrespectful guys out there:
I hope your penises shrivel up and get eaten by your dogs!
Particularly irked,
Dina Starr
During mariachi, since our directors Hernandez and Marroquin weren't present, I spent a good amount of time playing my guitar and singing random pop songs that came to my head. Then, when someone began to jam out to "Billionaire" I immediately had to join in and sing the first verse and chorus obnoxiously since those were the only parts I knew and the rest I just filled in by saying "watermelon" a billion times. I'm just joking about the "watermelon" part but apparently it's a word that works to sing when you don't know the lyrics of a song. I highly disagree that its a good alternative to actually learning the lyrics. So then this one guy in marachi (I will not be naming him for his own sake) asked me to go outside the class to practice singing the song and playing it on the guitar with him. Everything was going fine until he HAD to ask "Can I tell you something?" "Sure" I agreed. I was thinking that he was going to tell me something about one of the girls in dance (the dance room is right next door to the mariachi room) because there was this sketchy looking girl that had walked by us at the time that he asked.
"You have a really big ass. I like it...I can't stop looking at it"
I stayed silent while I was mentally vomiting at the fact that this PIG who normally would criticize me and take my guitar to piss me off was telling me this so nonchalantly.
"Can you keep your comments to yourself? That was kinda disrespectful" I uttered in disgust.
"Its a compliment. You should be happy. I bet alot of guys tell you that."
Yes, you're right, I thought to myself...and those guys were pieces of crap like you. The only difference is that I think you're probably the most trashy one.
"You're making me feel uncomfortable...can you stop looking at me with those sickening eyes?" I told him this while he stared with his hungry little perverted eyes.
"You also have big t..."
That's it, buddy. You can get your "chinchin" (thank you, Toshi, for teaching me this word) happy by fantasizing about another pair of a#$ and t*%$ cause I'm out. So I left him and his probably already mini boner without saying a word.
I have one question. WHO THE HELL DO THESE PRICKS THINK THEY ARE?
This is directed to the disrespectful guys out there:
I hope your penises shrivel up and get eaten by your dogs!
Particularly irked,
Dina Starr
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
I am obsessed with Crazy Yogurt.
Ever since the first time I ate frozen yogurt at a Froyo in St. Louis, I was immediately hooked! I loved loved loved the mango deliciousness (that was the flavor I had served myself) and the billions of fruit toppings that I gladly consumed for the beautifully ridiculous amount of 7 dollars. Frozen yogurt can get expensive...its sad when people are decieved into thinking that 37 cents an ounce is a good deal until they fill their cups with about 2.3 tons of yogurt and 10 ounces of toppings. I suppose I was one of those people the first time I ate it except the only difference was that I knew it would be expensive...I just had a bad perception of how much an ounce is? Who know, really.
So I believe it was at the beginning of this school year that a Crazy Yogurt opened up at Palms Crossing and I have since become one of their biggest fans which isn't anything to be particularly happy about since it's depleting my monetary sources....not like there was much to be depleted to begin with. I started off with the coffee flavor and adding a bunch of chocolatey toppings, including chunks of moist yet oh so tasteless brownies. After realizing this, I decided that if I was going to be wasting my money on frozen yogurt, I may as well add better toppings. So I upgraded to almonds by recommendation of a friend who gave me an explanation of why it would be the best choice topping but I couldn't be bothered to explain it right now.
Then, after visiting Yumi Yogurt and eating the chocolate flavored yogurt there, I decided to stop buying the coffee one that had already become a little boring to me from eating it so much.
Today, for probably the BILLIONTH time this month, I went to Crazy Yogurt. I said "What's up?" to the Asian dude who seems to work there so much that he lives there (he sees me all the time and probably thinks I'm a fatass for eating there so often) and served some AMAZING chocolate yogurt. Knowing that I only had 4 bucks today (yes, I have no money) I tried to make sure I didn't overdo it. Nervous that I would not have enough money, I scooped out some of the yogurt with my hands and put it on the tin thing below the dispenser. I felt a little bad that I left a string of yogurt (which actually kinda looked like crap due to the length and color) but it IS the guy's job to clean up the messes that inconsiderate customers like me make, right? Just joking, I didn't mean to be inconsiderate or make a mess, but I didn't want the freaking yogurt to go over 4 bucks!!
Then, when I was paying for the yogurt (which came out to be only $3.17) some of the dollars fell into the spoon tray. I looked up at the worker and guiltily muttered "oops, I'm so sorry". Trying to act like the situation was no big deal (I'm sure he was dying to call me a clumsy *&#$%), he replied happily "It's ok, don't worry about it".
"Yeah, you're right, I probably shouldn't" I laughed. "The people who are gonna use these spoons will live"
I'll likely be going back this weekend with my OM team. Maybe by that time someone else will drop their money in the spoon tray and I'll get sick as a result of some disease-ridden currency. If this happens, you guys will know why.
Pensively and prophetically,
Dina Starr
So I believe it was at the beginning of this school year that a Crazy Yogurt opened up at Palms Crossing and I have since become one of their biggest fans which isn't anything to be particularly happy about since it's depleting my monetary sources....not like there was much to be depleted to begin with. I started off with the coffee flavor and adding a bunch of chocolatey toppings, including chunks of moist yet oh so tasteless brownies. After realizing this, I decided that if I was going to be wasting my money on frozen yogurt, I may as well add better toppings. So I upgraded to almonds by recommendation of a friend who gave me an explanation of why it would be the best choice topping but I couldn't be bothered to explain it right now.
Then, after visiting Yumi Yogurt and eating the chocolate flavored yogurt there, I decided to stop buying the coffee one that had already become a little boring to me from eating it so much.
Today, for probably the BILLIONTH time this month, I went to Crazy Yogurt. I said "What's up?" to the Asian dude who seems to work there so much that he lives there (he sees me all the time and probably thinks I'm a fatass for eating there so often) and served some AMAZING chocolate yogurt. Knowing that I only had 4 bucks today (yes, I have no money) I tried to make sure I didn't overdo it. Nervous that I would not have enough money, I scooped out some of the yogurt with my hands and put it on the tin thing below the dispenser. I felt a little bad that I left a string of yogurt (which actually kinda looked like crap due to the length and color) but it IS the guy's job to clean up the messes that inconsiderate customers like me make, right? Just joking, I didn't mean to be inconsiderate or make a mess, but I didn't want the freaking yogurt to go over 4 bucks!!
Then, when I was paying for the yogurt (which came out to be only $3.17) some of the dollars fell into the spoon tray. I looked up at the worker and guiltily muttered "oops, I'm so sorry". Trying to act like the situation was no big deal (I'm sure he was dying to call me a clumsy *&#$%), he replied happily "It's ok, don't worry about it".
"Yeah, you're right, I probably shouldn't" I laughed. "The people who are gonna use these spoons will live"
I'll likely be going back this weekend with my OM team. Maybe by that time someone else will drop their money in the spoon tray and I'll get sick as a result of some disease-ridden currency. If this happens, you guys will know why.
Pensively and prophetically,
Dina Starr
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
So maybe I need to pay more attention?
Today was the start of TAKS testing (the state exam administered in Texas) and seniors, since they are exempt from taking it unless they did not pass during their junior year, are instructed to get to school at 12:05 p.m. as a result. However, since our AP Macroeconomics teacher decided it would be a good idea to give us a GROUP take home test to do during this week, each group was FORCED to give him a specific time and date for when each group would get together to complete it. Why would he do this? Simple. He wants to avoid giving lazy people the opportunity to take answers from others who have completed the assignment so he asks, while we are at the specified time and date, that we call him to let him know that we are there. Sure, it would be easy to pretend to be there by calling from your own cell phone but he specifically stated that we MUST all talk to him through the same phone. As annoying as it is that he assigned this nonsense, this bit of information is only a little background that leads to the true purpose of today's blog.
A member of my group decided the time and place:
10:00 a.m.
Denny's
After announcing this to the teacher and telling another person to text the missing group member about our planned meeting, he went on to talk about secretly getting people with work block from all the groups together for the sole purpose of completing the test. I have no idea what he thought doing this would accomplish since, in my opinion, the test can be done with your own assigned group and it's not necessary to branch out into the other groups.
However, this morning, I woke up, hastily got dressed, and went to Denny's. I waited PATHETICALLY till 10:30 when I finally decided it may be that both of my team members weren't going to show up. The guy in my team who had arranged this did not text me once and I would've taken the initiative to text him if I had gotten his number. But NOOOOOOO, I had to be lazy by not inputing his number on my phone and simply *hoping* he would text me in the morning about our plans.
Eh, who cares, I thought to myself. I'll just eat alone. I felt a bit ashamed when I told the hostess that it would only be me but I sat down, ordered water, and felt like a loser sitting alone in the booth. Right when I was about to order, I decided I couldn't take the solitude. Happily, I phoned my sister Denice to come and eat with me. I figured she would be hungry and since she had no money today, I could pay for her meal because my mom had given me 20 dollars. After she arrived, I felt a sense of relief to see her and to have company at my table. We ate, talked about my sister's own personal he-who-must-not-be-named, watched trailers for Insidious (a movie I'm certainly not interested in seeing as I don't enjoy watching horror movies), and soon after left.
When I got to school, I saw the guy from my group and said to him "WHERE in the WORLD were you? You never showed up or even texted me."
His response: "Oh, you went? I thought we had agreed that the little meeting was just a set up so that Mr. Macroeconomics would think we were working on the test".
My thoughts/response: What????! I said to myself. Why would this fool even think that would be a good way to decieve the teacher...our teacher stated that we MUST call him when we are working on the test which was obviously not done. The test isn't going to complete itself, ya know.
"OMG...I have no memory of such agreement...thanks for making me look like a fool."
I was only being facetious. Ultimately, I wasn't at all bothered by his failure to arrive even though I was supposedly already aware that the meeting was not going to happen.
His response: "I'm so sorry! "
My internal unspoken response: You're a dolt. I think I'm gonna do the test on my own without any of this little team work nonsense since it just causes more problems.
My vocalized response: Don't worry about it.
My sarcastic unspoken comment: I enjoyed gaining more weight with the fries I ate at Denny's anyhow.
Perhaps I should pay more attention, especially in that class where I have twice before walked into class totally unaware that we had an exam.
The school year is almost over anyhow. Its currently 9:04 p.m. in Mission, TX. With the sound of airplanes passing over my house as I type this and my brother's voice echoing throughout the house as he plays with some game obsessed people on Xbox Live, I can't say my mind is at ease but today deffinately wasn't a bad day.
For now, I will anticipate tomorrow's events as this day has pretty much come to a close.
Calmly and somewhat collectively,
Dina Starr
A member of my group decided the time and place:
10:00 a.m.
Denny's
After announcing this to the teacher and telling another person to text the missing group member about our planned meeting, he went on to talk about secretly getting people with work block from all the groups together for the sole purpose of completing the test. I have no idea what he thought doing this would accomplish since, in my opinion, the test can be done with your own assigned group and it's not necessary to branch out into the other groups.
However, this morning, I woke up, hastily got dressed, and went to Denny's. I waited PATHETICALLY till 10:30 when I finally decided it may be that both of my team members weren't going to show up. The guy in my team who had arranged this did not text me once and I would've taken the initiative to text him if I had gotten his number. But NOOOOOOO, I had to be lazy by not inputing his number on my phone and simply *hoping* he would text me in the morning about our plans.
Eh, who cares, I thought to myself. I'll just eat alone. I felt a bit ashamed when I told the hostess that it would only be me but I sat down, ordered water, and felt like a loser sitting alone in the booth. Right when I was about to order, I decided I couldn't take the solitude. Happily, I phoned my sister Denice to come and eat with me. I figured she would be hungry and since she had no money today, I could pay for her meal because my mom had given me 20 dollars. After she arrived, I felt a sense of relief to see her and to have company at my table. We ate, talked about my sister's own personal he-who-must-not-be-named, watched trailers for Insidious (a movie I'm certainly not interested in seeing as I don't enjoy watching horror movies), and soon after left.
When I got to school, I saw the guy from my group and said to him "WHERE in the WORLD were you? You never showed up or even texted me."
His response: "Oh, you went? I thought we had agreed that the little meeting was just a set up so that Mr. Macroeconomics would think we were working on the test".
My thoughts/response: What????! I said to myself. Why would this fool even think that would be a good way to decieve the teacher...our teacher stated that we MUST call him when we are working on the test which was obviously not done. The test isn't going to complete itself, ya know.
"OMG...I have no memory of such agreement...thanks for making me look like a fool."
I was only being facetious. Ultimately, I wasn't at all bothered by his failure to arrive even though I was supposedly already aware that the meeting was not going to happen.
His response: "I'm so sorry! "
My internal unspoken response: You're a dolt. I think I'm gonna do the test on my own without any of this little team work nonsense since it just causes more problems.
My vocalized response: Don't worry about it.
My sarcastic unspoken comment: I enjoyed gaining more weight with the fries I ate at Denny's anyhow.
Perhaps I should pay more attention, especially in that class where I have twice before walked into class totally unaware that we had an exam.
The school year is almost over anyhow. Its currently 9:04 p.m. in Mission, TX. With the sound of airplanes passing over my house as I type this and my brother's voice echoing throughout the house as he plays with some game obsessed people on Xbox Live, I can't say my mind is at ease but today deffinately wasn't a bad day.
For now, I will anticipate tomorrow's events as this day has pretty much come to a close.
Calmly and somewhat collectively,
Dina Starr
Monday, April 25, 2011
A Humble Commencement
Heloooooo!
I'm Dina Starr if you didn't already know that by now and I am embarking on a *hopefully* daily blog to record my thoughts, share daily occurences, and to simply yap about frivolous randomosities. I grew tired of writing in a notebook since the days I was in love with the Spice Girls so I said hey, what the heck, why not go online? So here I am, getting ready to pour my soul out on this blog while I listen to The Cramps...ok I probably won't necessarily be pouring my heart out on here but it's a possibility since, for those of you who know me well or who have had a decent conversation with me, I like to talk about my personal life from time to time (even though it's not THAT interesting and I'm sure I probably sound like Ms. Meyers). For those of you who are not from Sharyland, she is a freshman English teacher and UIL Journalism coach who I admire but others criticize because she has ALOT to say but, according to some, she sounds like the teacher from Charlie Brown. Just a little sidenote, the phrase "from time to time" may be a bit of an understatement. Anywho, at this point in time, I have the liberty of being online and having fun reading and sleeping in this dismal, stark room so I promise this blog will get fired up with time. For now, off I go to play my guitar. I have, for some odd reason, lately been thinking about that one Jewel song called "Standing Still" so I think I'm gonna go look for the tab for it and play it to myself and the sea of imaginary spectators in my room.
Viciously and maliciously,
Dina Starr
I'm Dina Starr if you didn't already know that by now and I am embarking on a *hopefully* daily blog to record my thoughts, share daily occurences, and to simply yap about frivolous randomosities. I grew tired of writing in a notebook since the days I was in love with the Spice Girls so I said hey, what the heck, why not go online? So here I am, getting ready to pour my soul out on this blog while I listen to The Cramps...ok I probably won't necessarily be pouring my heart out on here but it's a possibility since, for those of you who know me well or who have had a decent conversation with me, I like to talk about my personal life from time to time (even though it's not THAT interesting and I'm sure I probably sound like Ms. Meyers). For those of you who are not from Sharyland, she is a freshman English teacher and UIL Journalism coach who I admire but others criticize because she has ALOT to say but, according to some, she sounds like the teacher from Charlie Brown. Just a little sidenote, the phrase "from time to time" may be a bit of an understatement. Anywho, at this point in time, I have the liberty of being online and having fun reading and sleeping in this dismal, stark room so I promise this blog will get fired up with time. For now, off I go to play my guitar. I have, for some odd reason, lately been thinking about that one Jewel song called "Standing Still" so I think I'm gonna go look for the tab for it and play it to myself and the sea of imaginary spectators in my room.
Viciously and maliciously,
Dina Starr
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