the misadventures of las mamacitas

   
             
             
       
   
             
             
 

the misadventures of las mamacitas

 
             

   
 
 

Saturday, December 07, 2002

 
yesterday la mamacita loca attended the "parade of lights." this event should probably be renamed "the parade of the creeps." she drove down to denver with her pals amber and rebecca. as soon as the car was parked downtown, amber promptly locked the keys in the car. after this taco bell was eaten out in the cold whilst waiting for the locksmith, and a rather drunk homeless man totally ate it on his bicycle. don't you worry, they hid behind a parked car and smothered the giggle outburst. finally, the keys were released and they trekked to a part of the street that the parade hadn't gone down yet. la mamacita loca cannot believe that any loving parent could take their child to such an outlandish freakshow. first there was a terrifying snowman in a globe, then a t-rex with giant popped out eyes and oh, there were clowns. in some strange attempt of multiculturalism there were also people swinging fire around there heads and belly dancers. definitely the most exciting part of the night was when mike nelson, oh yea, jumped off the 9news float and tried to "get the party started." lml almost fainted.she would like to send mad props to the marching band dressed up as christmas presents,didn't hear ya play, but wow, you sure could shake your groove things. as could the elderly woman in the high rise at the corner of curtis and 15th street. really loved your clapping/ swaying dance thing. lml doesn't think she'll be seeing this parade anytime soon as it seriously damaged her mentally. thanks for a not so boring friday night though. giant final project due on monday and she should probably start working on it since it is most of her grade. muh luv to ma peeps
-lml


Friday, December 06, 2002

 
"OH MY GOD, STOP!!!!!"

-directed at those people who just won't quit making the land before time movies.
sometimes watching tv makes la mamacita loca angry. c'est la vie

 
hooray! la mamacita loca has found her long lost rooney cd. she is listening to it, and exhuberant, however there are scary things occuring outside the window. la mamacita loca is priviliged to have the most beautiful tree on campus outside her window, and today it's getting a haircut. this means strange old men are flying around in a cherry picker right over her head. good thing there's a roof. cherry pickers are so fly.


Thursday, December 05, 2002

 
la mamacita pequena:
this week has been a long one. and the next week and a half will prove to be even longer. finals are el diablo (hah, that's spanish). but mamacita pequena did finish her paper for her wednesday class. she did some the night before, then arose early and finished the paper at promptly 9:43. with class at 10:00, she hurried and turned the paper in on time. mission impossible? not for la mamacita pequena. mission accomplished.
as for la mamacita pequena and la mamacita del fuego's kitchen, it is in shambles. after all of the maintenance over the past week finally was complete, the outlet that runs the fridge and microwave has self-destructed. as for now, there are three extension cords running across the length of the kitchen to the one outlet that works. that is one out of three. 33% of the outlets work. not a good number.
well, that is it for now. 5 days of class left before finals commence. please don't let la mamacita pequena fail.


Wednesday, December 04, 2002

 
JUELE MAL!!

right now at this moment the city of greeley smells the worst it ever has in the history of the world. the usual mixing of blood and sugar beets that smells kinda like peaunut butter is at full blast, plus an extra odor of cow shat. which also happens to be at maximum capacity. it is seeping through the walls. la mamacita loca almost yarfed while she was walking from her car to her building. wow. this is the worst thing la mamacita loca has smelled since the "round the corner" restaurant's trash in the 1997. today may become the new ultimate stank in her book. She was watching a special on LOTR earlier, and the guys who play merry and pippin were shopping for cds in new zealand. they decided to buy sigur ros, and la mamacita loca squeeled with glee. yep they just went up several spots in her cool book.
-lml


Tuesday, December 03, 2002

 
la mamacita pequena:
sorry for your misfortunes, la mamacita loca. there is a musical of car horns outside la mamacita pequena's window. she should be writing her paper that is due tomorrow at 10 am. but she is not. instead she is posting on the blogger. and talking to people online. oh, well. she's got all night to write her paper on how the shinto religion created nationalism in japan. it's times like these when she wishes she would've attended class and actually read.

 
well the tylenol cold has gone straight to la mamacita loca's head. first she couldn't sleep at all last night, which was horrible. she began to wonder if she would turn into an insomniac, and then the theme song from dave atell's insominiac wouldn't stop dancing in her head. it wasn't a happy song this time though, more like a demon taunting her and keeping her awake. speaking of demons, la mamacita loca has met quite possibly the most annoying person in the world. some lame ass musical theater major that never shuts up, you can hear her whining all the way across a room. a real drama queen. la mamacita loca had a run in with her earlier this year whilst doing tech for the opera scenes. even then lml knew this girl was no good, but today in the dining hall was the alamo. what? anyway, she was so loud we couldn't even hear the person right next to us. after she left, la mamacita loca got the gossip. apparently, said asshole has two "demons" in her car that fight. when she gets in, she yells at them in russian, until they make up by having sex (rather loudly too.) um, what? yea sister, you've lost it. lml could not stop laughing for a full five minutes. today is no good at all because the lml realized she has two finals this week that she thought were next week. maybe she should pay more attention in class. now she only has one next week. weehaw. at this moment la mamacita loca feels like she is floating. tylenol day is fun.



Monday, December 02, 2002

 
dear weird kids outside la mamacita loca's window,
you do know there's an opening in that fence and you don't actually have to jump it, right?

 
la mamacita loca esta enferma.

yes it's true. upon waking up at 10:50, (haha no morning classes, take that classes!) la mamacita loca noticed a strange scratchiness in her throat. in the night, a miltia of germs had attacked! all was lost, even her voice, which was sad, but also a little bit happy because when you're sick your voice sounds so crazy and this makes la mamacita loca laugh at herself. a trip to king soopers has been deemed necessary. viva las drugas! glad that your tree is so shimmeringly silver mamacita pequena. la mamcita loca wishes she could view it and cry along with you at it's glory. *sigh* la mamacita loca has decided she will never again place her shirts in a dryer with an evil yellow towel. she has spent the entire afternoon picking yellow fuzzies off of them. ok, that was a lie. it only took about 15 minutes, but still it's the concept of the whole thing. this morning, she had not yet had the time to put all the clean clothes away, and resorted to using the last pair of socks in the drawer. she then discovered why they were the last pair as she has spent the rest of the day with about 3 inches of sock excess hanging over her toes. after inspecting them closer she deduced that perhaps it was her father's sock, and a very old sock at that. ain't life grand? la mamacita loca wears a size 8 and a half shoe, isn't that what you wear? or do you both have incrediably small feet?
-lml
 

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