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I hardly ever update this thing anymore. And it's not because my life is uneventful.. it's actually been a bit hectic. So here it goes...
* My sister's wedding is coming up very soon - 10 days to be exact. I know I shouldn't be stressed, but the thought of all those cameras and camcorders on me makes me a little queasy. You know why? It's because I NEVER, EVER, EVERlook like myself in pictures. Case in point: my high school grad photos. I'd show all my friends and family, who'd cock their heads to the side and look closely, like "Who's THIS?" I looked very different. I don't know how it happens either. It's as if some crazy freakish thing happens where some other girl will run in at the last second and take my place. And, like, in 10 out of 11 pictures of me I will always have my eyes closed. LOL! It's always like "oops! Nikki fell asleep" or "What's the matter, eyelids weighing you down?" Or I focus too hard on keeping my eyes open, and then I just look constipated or something. I'm such a dork.
* The photographer/videographer for the wedding is a guy named J.P. Beato (be-ah-toe) and he's Filipino too! He's going to get sooo much business from the flip community if he does a good job on this one, since my mom is the president of her East Houston Filipino society.
* To speak, or not to speak, that is the question. I have all these scenarios in my head of me giving great, moving, funny, eloquent maid of honor toasts, but I know I'm really just going to either a) get too drunk and say or do something really inappropriate (i.e. insisting on filming my audition tape for America's Next Top Model, complete with posing, strutting and awkward gyrating for the crowd) or b) get really emotional and start crying. I tear up very easily at the thought of anything sappy. Bobby, my sister's fiance, said I didn't need to speak if I didn't want to, that I should do what feels right in the moment. So there. We'll see what I do.. it's nice to know I can bow out and not feel disgraced or anything though. (YOU HAVE DISGRAcED THE FAMILY nAME!)
Hmmmmm... oh! in the four or five weeks of being 21 I've gone drinking like 3-4 nights a week. Mostly in a row. Saturday Sunday Monday, drunk drunk tipsy tipsy. Haven't gotten really drunk though. And I randomly found $10 on the floor outside of the bar the last time!
Life can be good sometimes. seriously.
* My sister's wedding is coming up very soon - 10 days to be exact. I know I shouldn't be stressed, but the thought of all those cameras and camcorders on me makes me a little queasy. You know why? It's because I NEVER, EVER, EVERlook like myself in pictures. Case in point: my high school grad photos. I'd show all my friends and family, who'd cock their heads to the side and look closely, like "Who's THIS?" I looked very different. I don't know how it happens either. It's as if some crazy freakish thing happens where some other girl will run in at the last second and take my place. And, like, in 10 out of 11 pictures of me I will always have my eyes closed. LOL! It's always like "oops! Nikki fell asleep" or "What's the matter, eyelids weighing you down?" Or I focus too hard on keeping my eyes open, and then I just look constipated or something. I'm such a dork.
* The photographer/videographer for the wedding is a guy named J.P. Beato (be-ah-toe) and he's Filipino too! He's going to get sooo much business from the flip community if he does a good job on this one, since my mom is the president of her East Houston Filipino society.
* To speak, or not to speak, that is the question. I have all these scenarios in my head of me giving great, moving, funny, eloquent maid of honor toasts, but I know I'm really just going to either a) get too drunk and say or do something really inappropriate (i.e. insisting on filming my audition tape for America's Next Top Model, complete with posing, strutting and awkward gyrating for the crowd) or b) get really emotional and start crying. I tear up very easily at the thought of anything sappy. Bobby, my sister's fiance, said I didn't need to speak if I didn't want to, that I should do what feels right in the moment. So there. We'll see what I do.. it's nice to know I can bow out and not feel disgraced or anything though. (YOU HAVE DISGRAcED THE FAMILY nAME!)
Hmmmmm... oh! in the four or five weeks of being 21 I've gone drinking like 3-4 nights a week. Mostly in a row. Saturday Sunday Monday, drunk drunk tipsy tipsy. Haven't gotten really drunk though. And I randomly found $10 on the floor outside of the bar the last time!
Life can be good sometimes. seriously.