the misadventures of las mamacitas

   
             
             
       
   
             
             
 

the misadventures of las mamacitas

 
             

   
 
 

Saturday, November 16, 2002

 
sabado, el deiciseis de noviembre

Sigur Ros is so utterly wonderous that they made la mamacita loca cry even though she only got to listen to about 30 seconds of them through a phone. la mamacita loca has the greatest friends in the world. She just wanted to let you know :)

 
1:49 en la madrugada

there are a lot of things that la mamacita loca loves, and one of these is exposing people to amazing music. and of course they love it because, why wouldn't they? damn thom yorke is just the greatest. seriously. how horrible would life be without him? and what if you had never heard of damon before? it's just insane to me that someone could go this far in life without hearing some of the best bands out there. but then i think, well that's because you're the one who's supposed to let them hear it. aww yea. la mamacita loca is da coolest. quick, somebody get the suction thing they use at the dentist stat! thom is causing la mamacita loca to drool. "i'm okay, how are you? thanks for askin..." excellent song. mmmm. will probably post again later once have ridded self of early morning crazys. muh luv. (hehehe)


Thursday, November 14, 2002

 
la mamacita pequena:
damn, la mamacita loca. you are too smart. philosopical discussions don't go over well with la mamacita pequena, ever since she took a philosophy class in college. there were too many equations and math problems. though she realizes not that all philosophy is like this. la mamacita pequena is a master procrastinator. she has her last geology test tomorrow, before finals, and has not studied at all. that's what classes before the test are for.

la mamacita del fuego and la mamacita pequena are hip chicks (so are you, la mamacita loca). they shall see you tomorrow, engine down. sleep well, little children. la mamacita pequena will.

 
noviembre catorce

la mamacita loca has been having a truely excellent day. one of the greatest things in the world is when you find people who understand you, and you can learn from each other. and when you can walk around just taking in the beauty of the day and life. it's funny because everyone else is jostling about and can't even see it. that blow's this mamacita's mind. life is grand, and it's great to have the chance to even be here. sorry, la mamcita loca has been having many philosophical discussions in the past few days. it's awesome to be seeing things a little differently. everything you know was influenced by somebody else. and people are learning from you all the time as well. we're all connected. people are amazing.
-lml






Wednesday, November 13, 2002

 
noviembre trece a las doce menos diez

here's a little something else to add to the "dislike list" of the mamacita loca; fire alarms at 5:30 in the morning. yes it's true, she was indeed sleeping like a baby when the bastard went off. she was so confused, she couldn't find her shoes and hoody even though they were exactly where they always are. it was real real cold outside and all the people from the building looked real pissed. then we went and sat in the international student hall where it was warm until we could get let back in. this didn't happen until about 7. hello and welcome to the bitchiest wednesday ever. plus la mamcita loca had a test at 9 which she had planned on getting up to study for anyway. hooray. life is grand. don't worry she already took a nap and is still planning to take many many more...mierto. wednesday blows. this week best get better. mmhmm.
-lml


Tuesday, November 12, 2002

 
november 12th

la mamacita pequena:
shit mamcita loca, that sucks ass for your roommate. happened to la mamacita pequena in high school and they never caught the bandit. but he did manage to cut his hand on the broken glass of the car window. that made her feel better. but when she replaced the small, litlle baby window to her 72 plymouth, the seal had become so used to the original window that it woundn't seal around the new one. bastards. so every time she drove above 25 mph, the window howled in anger. blasted car thiefs. karma will someday fill your car with manure.
as for la mamacita del fuego & la mamacita pequena's shower, it leaks yet again. it leaked in the beginning of the fall, but along with the constantly leaky sink and broken thermostat, it was fixed by the almighty apartment handy man. but his work has been undone in some fiendish ghost to make the apartment as humid and hot as possible. the only downfall of this fiend's plan? the soothing sound of water dripping into the tub makes la mamacita pequena fall to sleep. very fast. babies don't sleep this good. (la mamacita pequena & la mamacita del fuego watched fight club last night). soon it shall be fixed, and la mamacita pequena will still sleep like a baby as she always does.

**car radio stealing bastards & knocking on door/leaky faucet ghosts beware. . .
la mamacita pequena may be small, but she'll fight anyone. no matter what the size. la mamacita pequena will take you down. and she packs a damn mean wollup

 
noviembre doce, a las dos y vientecinco en la tarde

YOU, yea you the asshole who's stealing all the radios out of cars around campus, you're a shithead. actually, it's probably a whole band of you. la mamacita loca hopes you get hit by a truckload of manure (like in back to the future.) actually, wait, she justs hopes they catch you. yea.
but that manure would sure be funny. lml's roommate wants a new window and her radio back mmk biff? thanks that'd be great. you ass! good thing you can't get out of your manure filled car too easily, cause you'd probably kill this mamacita. must off now, have to buy tp (not the band, toilet paper silly, ) and a new guitar string.


Monday, November 11, 2002

 
lundi, le 11 novembre.

the mamacita del fuego has arrived. she was away when the other mamacitas began documenting their misadventures, but now mamacita del fuego is back to join the posse. today, this mamacita attended one class, and didn't attend two. this mamacita quite likes not attending class.
she was home this weekend, the mamacita del fuego had to record a cd. it was hard work and there were many broken strings. later she was in a hot tub. contrary to the opinions of some, she quite likes hot tubs. the mamacita saw a good show on the 29th.she hasn't listened to anything besides ash in a good week, and the mamacita del fuego misses the band. she doesn't like to wait. she also doesn't like "the fish eye," when the oaf looks like he's sticking it someone, and science. she misses you.
mdf- out.


Sunday, November 10, 2002

 
Noviembre diez.

It's 9:25 in la noche, and the mamacita loca has just returned home. She was happy until she got inside the door and realized that today was not a good day. Finally, after many years, Jerry the fish has died. He was a nice little fellow, even though he was real ugly. Jerry was bought in the seventh grade for a science experiment along with two other uglies. Well, one of them died in the "pop bottle ecosystem," and then there
was only "Ben and Jerry" (clever eh?) Jerry ended up being a bit of a glutton, and ate all the food until Ben died. He was replaced with a few other fish, but the scenario repeated itself each time. Anyway, he was about 7 and a half years old, and if you can't beat that then I am the master of keeping fish alive! Soon I will need to get a new one so the empty bowl doesn't make me burst into tears. If you need to get a fish that can "take a licking" get a zebrafish (or a tigerfish, I can't remember what it's called exactly. They're grey with black stripes.) Anyway, I'm gonna have to go bury him at sea now because looking at him is giving my eyes a salty discharge. Plus, he'll probably start to smell. Rest in Peace Jer.







 

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