Just Some Randoms About Me To Pass The Time

1) How old do you wish you were?
I wish I had just turned 21 again. So I would still be in college, still young and not in the real world yet, having a legitamate reason to go out and party hard all night.

2) Where were you when 9/11 happened?
I was in 9th grade. 2nd period History class with my teacher Mr. Tubbs. I remember the class doing a group assignment when our teacher inturrupted us and told us that according to the internet, a plane had crashed into the first tower. Being that I am in New Jersey, many people from my school's parents worked in NYC since we lived so close so there was immediate panic from a majority of the school. Students were crying and calling parents to make sure they were okay. If there was worry or concern for a family memeber, the student was allowed to leave school to go home, but the rest of the students stayed in school watching news coverings of the events in class and discussing the situation. After school ended there was more chaos with people leaving and cell phones were hardly working because so many people were using them. The gymnastics meet that was scheduled for after school was cancelled so as I went outside to wait for my mom to pick me up, I remember the air was different. Since we were so close to NYC we could smell the burning of the buildings and the air was thick with smoke. After I went home, a couple of friends of mine and I went to the top of a mini mountain we have in town where it overlooks NYC. I remember not being able to see anything except a big cloud of smoke over the city, which brought me to tears.

3) What do you do when vending machines steal your money?
I attempt to shake the machine but it obviously is too heavy, so then I kick it to try to get a free candy bar.

4) Do you consider yourself kind?
I try to be, to be people who deserve it.

5) If you had to get a tattoo, where would it be?
Hidden from plain sight.

6) If you could be fluent in any other language, what would it be?
I would like to be fluent in Spanish because it would help me out in the hospitality industry, but I would also love to speak French, Italian and I would love to know how to speak Latin.

7) Do you know your neighbors?
Where I currently live in CA: Yes, I know the 3 neighbors across the street from us, Ray, Carlos and that other guy whos name I actually don't know.

8) What do you consider a vacation?
Anything in which I leave the place I currently am in and where I relax, go out and sleep late.

9) Do you follow your horoscope?
Yes I do, I am a Taurus. I am a full blown Taurus.

10) Would you move for the person you loved?
I would. In a heartbeat, as long as the love was real.

11) Are you touchy feely?
Not really. Not in public, but only when its necessary.

12) Do you believe that opposites attract?
In certain instances yes. I believe in order to have a good relationship you must be able to balance eachother out with your differences. If two people are too alike in every way, there are bound to be issues to arise.

13) Dream job?
In reality: I would love to have a succesful event planning service where I would plan giant extravagant weddings and other parties.
In my dreams: I would love to sing.

14) Favorite channel(s)?
I tend to watch HBO, Showtime, TBS and Fox most often. I love my True Blood & Entourage on HBO, Weeds, Dexter and Californication on Showtime, TBS has everything: Friends, The Office, Family Guy and same with Fox.

15) Favorite place to go on weekends?
Head to Scott, Brandon, Kenny and A-Rods place in Mission Beach then heading out to the bars.

16) Showers or Baths?
Shower... I did wake up in the bath tub this weekend though...

17) Do you paint your nails?
On rare occasions. Whenever I paint them myself, I normally fuck them up by not waiting until theyre fully dry to do something. But i did get a manicure the other day which was the first time in like 2 years Ive gotten one, and I fixed them myself today on the places where they chipped and they actually came out really good!

18) Do you trust people easily?
When I'm drunk I tend to tell people things easier, but normally I don't go spilling all my secrets to just anyone, no matter how many drinks Ive had. So no, I do not trust people easily. They need to prove to me that I can trust them.

19) What are your phobias?
I have an irrational fear of going in the ocean because I'm beyond terrified of sharks. Even though I know youre more likely to get struck by lightening then get attacked by a shark. But still. TERRIFIED.

20) Do you want kids?
When the time is right, of course I do. I would love a big family. I only grew up with one brother, so I would like to have more than 2 so there would be more in the family.

21) Do you keep a handwritten journal?
I did when I was younger. I wanted to start one up again, but never got around to it.

22) Where would you rather be right now?
In New Jersey. With my family. Sleeping in my own bed. Waking up in my own bedroom.

23) Who makes you feel warm and fuzzy?
There's no special someone at the current moment.

24) Heavy or light sleeper?
SUPER light sleeper. I wake up every morning from my roommates going to work. They're so damn loud, but even if they weren't loud, I'd still wake up at the sound of the door open or close, or the sound of them walking in the hall.

25) Are you paranoid?
I wouldn't say paranoid, I would say worried about what is to come in the future.

26) Are you impatient?
In certain situations yes. Especially while driving. I can't stand when people drive too slowly or wait too long to go when the light turns green.

27) Who can you relate to?
Thats a hard question, but I can name the top 5 people I can relate to: Meghan, Casey, Kelley, Emily & Michelle -- The lovessss of my life.

28) How do you feel about interracial couples?
Love is love, I'm not one to judge.

29) Have you been burned by love?
It wasn't love.

30) What's your favorite pick-up line?
HAHA the best one used on me in a while, I was at the Japanese takeout place, where I ordered "the chicken bowl with all white meat chicken" and the guy asked me if I always get white meat, and I said yes because the dark meat is too gross and fatty. And he said, you should try the dark meat every once in a while and he winked at me. (he had darker skin)

31) What's your main ring tone on your mobile?
My phones on vibrate 99.9% of the time. I cant stand those ringtones that come with the phone so I'll make my own ringtone from a song and use it, but I never hear it because its always on vibrate.

32) What were you doing at midnight last night?
I was about to get into bed, but Michelle and Glenn were at a wedding last night and called and asked me if I could give them a ride home so they didn't have to take a cab. So i gladly did.

33) What did the last text on your cellphone say?
"Yeah have him come! That way we can walk in with ppl haha. I hope not, Andy said everyone is dressing up."

34) Whose bed did you sleep in last night?
My bed of course.

35) What color shirt are you wearing?
A black long sleeve hoodie with green, red blue and yellow stripes on it.

36) Most recent movie you watched?
Pride & Glory with Michelle and Glenn this afternoon. It was INTENSE.

37) Name three things you have on you at all times?
Cell phone, wallet, chapstick.

38.) What color are your bed sheets?
Light purple

39) How much cash do you have on you right now?
Mmmm I'd say about $3 haha. I never carry cash on me. Thats what credit cards are for.

40) What is your favorite part of the chicken?
I tend to only eat the white meat from the chicken breasts. Hate dark meat and will not eat anything straight off the bone.

41) What's your favorite town/city?
Ya know, I haven't been around enough to know. As of now, my favorite place is a tie between Greenville, NC haha (its where I went to school, not because its really nice or anything) or San Diego, where I currently live.

42) I can't wait till:
I get a full time job and make some money so I have the means to travel to London.

43) What are you currently watching?
True Blood just ended, it was crazy intense, and now Entourage is starting

44) What did you have for dinner last night?
I actually didn't eat dinner. I had a late lunch of Sausage and Potatoes and Rice and a Salad from the cafeteria at work.

45) How tall are you barefoot?
5'3''

46) Do you own a gun?
Sure don't! Right before I moved I found out my Dad has one, and I was slightly shocked that I didn't know.

47) What do you prefer to drink in the morning?
Orange Juice. I like coffee, but I don't NEED it like a lot of people.

48) What is your secret weapon to lure in the opposite sex?
My sense of humor. I'm not afraid to laugh at myself.

49) Where do you think you'll be in 10 yrs?
Somewhere with a full time job, maybe a husband (I'll only be 33, thats still young! At the least hopefuly a boyfriend) and hopefuly I'll be happy. Thats what matters.

50) Last thing you ate?
BBQ Chicken Sandwich with Mozz cheese. Yumzo!

51) What songs do you sing in the shower?
I normally only sing in the shower if I play music while I'm in there, which I normally don't.

52) Last thing that made you laugh?
Michelle and I talking about how much Jeff has been pissing us off lately and how we're on EXACTLY the same page on how we feel.

53) Worst injury you've ever had?
The worst? Oyy how do I pick? I'd have to say my broken arm. It was the most painful and I had the most issues with it afterwards. When I broke it, I broke it in half right in the middle of my forearm, so when it bent, my arm was in the shape of an "M" and then about a week after I broke it and they reset my bones in the hospital, my bones shifted and were no longer aligned and had started healing wrong. It took 4 different doctors to figure out what was wrong: my cast was too lose, so my arm would be moving around inside the cast and where my arm was broken, it was acting as a joint (like an elbow) and it was bending inside the cast. So then they had to rebreak my arm (WITHOUT TELLING ME and without any pain meds) to reset it. It was a miserable experience. Oh and then I was in a cast up to my armpit for 4 months. MISERABLE.

54) Does someone have a crush on you?
I wouldn't know.

55) What's your favorite candy?
I love Butterfingers! Oh and MallowCups! Oh and Pink Starbursts! Oh and Twix! MmMm Candyyyy!

Only You Would Understand.

I wanted to write this just to get it out of my head. I miss you. I miss everything about you and what our friendship consisted of.
I miss blaming Ginger for the stolen beer.
I miss "Blackout Thursdays" & our pregame shot special.
I miss making fun of girls with big hair.
I miss our weird way of talking and yet understanding everything eachother meant.
I miss how you knew when I couldn't hear or understand what you were saying to me, I would say What? and you'd repeat it 3 times. And if I still didn't understand I would just be silent for a minute and then you'd repeat it one more time for me so you know I actually got it.
I miss literally laughing to the point of tears.
I miss our obsession with Busch Light bottles.
I miss our shot in a drink.
I miss sweeping the floor at the bar and screaming I LOVE CWISSSSS!
I miss blacking out from tequilla with you and finding you in the bathroom of the bar passed out on the floor.
I miss being unable to walk back from the bus stop to our apartment, but I was always able to run.
I miss the muuuuuu's
I miss our awkward dance moves, arm in the air, wobble with me, fleee fee fleeeeng, shake shake shake shake it shake it.
I miss our Willie James Huff impressions and obsession. COUNT RACCKKKKULAAAA HEHHHHH
I miss how we called ourselves Classy.
I miss the weird words we used to make up like: Ploup. Bind.
I miss messing with Mr. David Miller aka OLD MAN everynight at the bar.
I miss us yelling SMEE? SMEES COMING?! SMEEEEEE!!! ITS SMEEEE!!!
I miss how we were "VIP in life bitchessss"
I miss how Chicken Bacon Cheese did not mean that at all.
I miss how we used to randomly quote Titanic and do the whisle..."come ba-ack"
I miss us wearing the yammaks I stole around the house.
I miss handing out New Jersey Turnpike Shots to drunk assholes at the bar. And they thought we were the nicest people ever for giving them a shot, when it turn we were giving them nastyness.
I miss making fun of Cuzshin Bryan and his weird voice. 100 SNICKERS?!?!?! LUCKKKYYYY
I miss how wed randomly break out into singing the Trans Siberian Orchestra or start randomly River Dancing like Michael Flatley.
I miss knowing every word to every song from Wee Sing Sillyville
I miss how we both hated "mondays"
I miss how I'd wake up with no sheets on my bed and you'd help me search the house for the random places I'd drunkenly hide them.
I miss how hilarious we thought it was that we met Bob Dole in Dowdy.
I miss sleeping in till 2pm every Friday Saturday and Sunday.
I miss how you didn't mind my vulgar vocabulary.
I miss Yan the Man Lanan and first name Steve, last name From Math.
I miss us being able to talk threw walls.
I miss you. You were my best friend and I miss you more than anything Emily.


 

 

 

 

So yesterday, for Mothers Day, since I am 3000 miles away from my mother (and family) who are in New Jersey, I did not have the opportunity to spend the day with my mama. A friend of mine, Stephanie, invited me to spend the day with her family for a bbq. Here's the story with Stephanie. I did gymnastics with her when I was growing up. I started gymnastics when I was 5 and I probably met her when I was about 7 and we did the sport together for the next 4 or so years until she moved and had to go to a different gym. After a while, she eventually moved again to California. So now since I am in California, we are about an hour away from each other. Although we haven't seen eachother / talked to eachother in about 12 years, we found eachother on facebook and rekindled our friendship since we go way back and now we are close enough in distance again.
So as I was heading the hour to Stephs house, I was slightly nervous in seeing her again. Its a bit nerve wracking not seeing/speaking to an old friend in 12 years and then all of a sudden becoming friends again and heading to their house for a Mother's Day bbq. When I got there, I had nothing to worry about. Stephanie was the same quirky, loud, outspoken and crazy person I knew when we were 8 years old doing gymnastics together, and luckily I had hardly changed either. We went through a scrap book our team made for her when she was leaving and came to find a million pictures of me and her acting stupid and being idiots. We then both admitted to being the "goofy fools on the team that everyone but us took gymnastics way too seriously."
After about 7 bottles of Champagne split between me Steph and her friend Jen, things were hilarious. Steph and I were having handstand contests in her living room (both while wearing dresses) and seeing who could still do their splits better. We were eating bacon off the counter and Steph even accidentally put bacon in her champage instead of the usual strawberry. When her boyfriend came over and started showing us pictures of his chickens (yes, his mother owns like 20 chickens), Steph couldn't help but continuously nudge me whenever she was about to die laughing which in turn caused me to turn away to try to avoid embarassing her boyfriend. It really was a great night and I'm so incredibly happy that Stephanie and I are still friends after all the time that had passed, nothing really had changed.
So we obviously were reminiscing about gymnastics a lot. Stephanie quit the sport at age 11, but I stuck with it until I was 18. Twelve years of gymnastics takes its toll on the best of us. After breaking 5 bones (left arm, right hand, right wrist, left foot, right ankle, among multiple broken fingers, toes, and noses, compressed the 3 lower plates in my back, and shin splints, and a chipped ankle bone... I could go on and on and on) and eventually having to get ankle surgery on my left ankle due to all the tendons were ripping off the bone, inturn stretching all the ligaments out and I could barely walk without crying, I am thoroughly paying for my injuries now. My joints lock. If I keep my arm for too long in one position, my elbows will lock in place and I have to "throw" them down to unlock them and crack them. My wrists also lock, so I have to pop them or else its hard to move them, my back cracks every move I make, my knees, ankles, and hips crack whenever I get up from sitting and walk around. In other words, I'm a mess. And I have gymnastics to thank for it.

Once I got into highschool, I stopped the serious gymnastics practices and went to shorter and less intense ones. My high school gymnastics team, was horrible except for about 4 of us, so us carrying the team all the time wasn't as fun as it looks, but I loved high school gymnastics, it was the best time of the year! Yes yes, I am bitching and complaining about the sport a lot (you would too if your body hurt as bad as mine does) but all in all, I miss the sport like hell. I miss being able to do things rarely anyone could even dream of doing, and I could do it with my eyes closed and in my sleep. I miss my teammates from all 3 of my teams, who I grew so close with over the years considering we would be in the gym working out 4 hours a day, 5 days a week, when we were only 8 years old. These girls are the people I grew up with, and even without seeing them in 12 years, nothing changed, because thats what teams are. They're always there for you. So thank you gymnastics, for ruining my body and putting me through hell growing up, but giving me some of the best friends I could never forget in a lifetime.

These 2 picture are of me on the Bars from my high school gymnastics team:

These 2 pictures are also from my high school gymnastics team, on Beam and Floor:

Senior Captains: Me Katie Kate and Jackie

My winning team Junior Year: (top row) Natalie, Barie, Coach Tracey Tracy, Laurel, Kyla (laying on floor) Alexa, Katie, Me, Kate Jackie

And lastly, our top competitors my Senior Year: Jackie, Natalie, Me, Katie, Annie, Kate and Laurel

You Killed It Man... In The Bad Way... Like Murder...

So here I sit, in my bedroom with the door wide open, listening to my roommate practice the 5 songs he knows on the Guitar. He is practicing because tonight he is taking some chick to the beach for a bonfire and he promised her he'd play guitar for her...

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, I BEG YOU, DO NOT DO THIS FOR HER.

I am sitting here cringing/laughing my ass off at how... hm how do I put this politely... how "OFF" he sounds. The first song he played is Oasis: Wonderwall. From what I believe this is the most basic song to learn on the guitar. Now I'll admit I do not play the guitar nor have I ever tried, but I do know what good music sounds like. He is KILLING the song, and no not in the good, "Man you killed that!" way, in the "Dude, you're killing/murdering that song."
First his voice is not up to par. By any means. I'd say he's about 64% tone deaf and his guitar skills aren't where they should be if you are trying to impress a girl with your skills. If I were this girl, on this date, I don't know what I would do with myself. I'd probably laugh since that is the most obvious reaction, since I would be unable to lie and tell him "you sound great."
Oh great now he's playing Hotel California by The Eagles. Come on buddy, the rhythm of the song is faster than what you are playing. Oops hit a wrong note there, scratch that hit a whole wrong verse. Ah now more singing. Yep still tone deaf. The best part of that song was the end... literally.

I have high hopes for this kid, he's a great guy, but hey... really, I don't advise you to do this for her if you want to get in her pants.

We Haven't Talked In So Long... Because I Did You Wrong

So I woke up bright and early this morning with the above song stuck in my head. This song was not stuck in my head for one hour, we're going on 7 hours now. I would like to thank Stefan Abingdon for causing this pain. Atleast I enjoy the song.
Last night I went on a "date." I didn't consider it a date, but my roommates did. His name was Joe, I met him the other night when I went out with roommate Jeff and his friends. I went over to his house (which by the way is absolutely disgustingly dirty it pained me to sit down) and we chilled and had a couple of beers.
First things first, this kid is "different." Not in a bad way, hes just "special" as Jeff called him. Joe and his roommates do not own a TV, so that made it awkward since we pretty much were forced into talking and listening to the Grateful Dead for 2 hours. I was not interesed in Joe really, but I was being nice so I hung out with him. After a while of nonsense talking, out of NO WHERE, Joe decides to say,

"I'm really attracted to you, do you want to take this to the bedroom."

UM. WHAT?! What does one do in this situation? I'll tell you what I did, I laughed. Really fucking hard. Because 1- AWKWAAAARD and 2- funniest thing ever in life. Of course I had to inform him that he just made things really awkward and I had to try to give him a semi normal answer that didn't crush his little heart. I told him since we just met lets get to know eachother a little bit and then take it from there. I feel as though that was a legit and normal response to his graceless comment. He then felt it necessary to tell me that the other night when we first met, "just talking to me turned him on and he wanted to get freaky with me but Jeff came back and ruined everything for him." At that moment I was done. The laughter was non stop. Now the laughter turned into a "awkward situation laugh." I quickly finished my beer and left his house, and immediately called my friend Casey dying of laughter and told her the story.
She said this was the story of my life. I concur.

When I got home, I informed my roommates of the craziness that occurred so we opened up a bottle of wine... or 7... literally. After a night of drinking and eating Michelle's delicious dinner that she cooked for us, our conversation some how evolved into a bet. This bet is called the Sex Off. The first rule of Sex Off is you don't talk about Sex Off. (Fight Club reference anyone... anyone?) This Sex Off is for me and Jeff and pretty much the bet is to see who can get laid more within a one month time period.
Of course there are rules for this Sex Off:
1.) (Like I said) The first rule of Sex Off is you don't talk about Sex Off
2.) The hook up must be verified by a 3rd party, whether it's a picture or... other verification.
3.) The person must be a contact after April 20th, in other words, they have to be complete strangers to make it fair.
4.) Cougars Count.
5.) They must be legal (Jeff put this one up there for me because he said we have teenaged neighbors and they are off limits... and they can't be illegal immigrants from Mexico)
6.) Bet ends May 20th.
7.) Loser streaks up and down our street.

Everyone seems to think that I will win this bet being that I am of the Female gender. I disagree with all of them. I don't normally find guys at bars and go home with them in the same night. Guess I'm gonna have to change my ways to win this competition. I have a few tricks up my sleeve to help my numbers ;)

San Diego Beach: Vanilla Ice, Pigeons and Naples, Italy

Considering I do not have a job and have pretty much nothing to do with my life at the current moment, I went to the beach today. I sure do love the fact that I moved to San Diego, CA about 2 weeks ago, and I now live less than 10 minutes to the beach. The weather was perfect today, clear blue sky, warm enough, but with a slight breeze to keep me from dying of heat in the sun.
First off, I swear I saw Vanilla Ice playing horse shoes with an old hippy who was flying an American flag nice and high next to his "tent" he made out of huge beach umbrellas. I don't really think it was Vanilla Ice, but I like to pretend it was because he was one hell of a look alike.

So while laying on the beach, just listening to my iPod and enjoying the sun, I open my eyes to notice about 7 Pigeons scavenging for food all around me. Pigeons?! At the beach?! How the hell did these mutated pigeons escape from the concrete jungle (New York City incase you didn't catch that) and end up in beautiful sunny San Diego? This made me so mad. Pigeons are the most disgusting creatures you can come in contact with, plus they are annoying as fuck when they're searching in the sand for crumbs of food and are coming all around my towel and then swarming my head when my eyes are closed. Luckily one of "Vanilla Ice's" friends noticed the pigeons about to attack me (not really) and ran at them to scare them off. I thanked him for his effort but then those damn birds soon came back, so for the rest of the time I was at the beach, I could not relax because I kept panicing thinking that the pigeons were going to attack me.

My last rant about the beach/sun is this: My Italian Heritage. Yes, I am Italian. Quite Italian at that. My last name is literally "mountain" in Italian and my family is from Naples. It pisses me off that although I am strongly Italian, my "Napoli, Italian" heritage fucks up my life. Not really, I say that in the sense that my Welsh/Polish ancestory takes over my life causing me to have light hair, be extremely fair skinned, and have freckles that come out in the sun. I do not like freckles. Although mine fade shortly after I exit the sun, my face is over come with them while in the sun, my arms also. It makes me angry that although I am Italian I am unable to get a nice "olive" tan from being in the sun, instead I need to wear sunscreen every time I am laying in the sun or else I will get severely sun burnt all because of the fucking fair skinned Pollocks and Welsh fuckers. DAMN YOU Italian heritage for hiding inside of me and not showing your beautiful olive skinned self, and for all the Welsh and Polish people for causing my fair skinned life of hell.

The Yankees played Mastui Wrong

Many of you may not know who Hiedki Matsui is if you are not a baseball fan. Well in that case I'll tell you about him. Matsui was the NY Yankees MVP in the 2009 World Series. He is amazing and my favorite baseball player EVER. But the Yankees, my all time favorite team, decided to be IDIOTS and traded Matsui to the LA Angels. How on Earth could you possibly do that? Matsui is the best DH (designated hitter) in the league, was the MVP in the World Series with 3 home runs and 8 RBIs, AND has the nickname Godzilla! Plus the Yank's new DH Nick Johnson is so fucking horrible it disgusts me to watch him at bat since he can't hit the damn ball.

Well, I wrote a short little song about Matsui and how much I love him and wish he was still a Yankee. The song goes to the beat of  "Dead and Gone" by T.I. & Justin Timberlake, but the "rap" part doesn't fit all that well, but I don't give a shit. This is a work in progress but it is still awesome. 

 Godzilla's Gone

By Tayler Leigh

Oh, yeah this is a Matsui song

The Yankees won’t be as strong

Now that Matsui’s gone

Godzilla’s gone

And oh, the Yankees played Matsui wrong

And now they won’t be as strong

Now that Matsui’s gone

Godzilla’s gone….

And oh, yeah this is a Matsui song

The Yankees won’t be as strong

Now that Matsui’s gone

Godzilla’s gone

And oh, the Yankees played Matsui wrong

And now they won’t be as strong

Now that Matsui’s gone

Godzilla’s gone….

After 7 seasons why’d you have to let him go?

One forty one runs, bout six hundred batted in

He was the best designated hitter ever in the pros

MVP of the Yankees World Series win

First game in New York in two thousand three

He hit a grand slam in his first game

Best damn player that I ever did see

Now they traded, they persuaded

To go to LA, that’s where he’s headed

Career high seven runs in a game

Now everybody be screamin his name

He said he loved the Yankees the best

But in pin stripes he’ll no longer be dressed

Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim bound

King of the Angels he will be crowned

And oh, yeah this is a Matsui song

The Yankees won’t be as strong

Now that Matsui’s gone

Godzilla’s gone

And oh, the Yankees played Matsui wrong

And now they won’t be as strong

Now that Matsui’s gone

Godzilla’s gone…

And oh, yeah this is a Matsui song

The Yankees won’t be as strong

Now that Matsui’s gone

Godzilla’s gone

And oh, the Yankees played Matsui wrong

And now they won’t be as strong

Now that Matsui’s gone

Godzilla’s gone…

I love you Hideki Matsui. The Yankees should've never let you go!