Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Greetings to my bloggers as well as nonblogspot bloggers.
Haven't had anything interesting happen the last couple of days, unless you'd like to count 4 movies I've rented from Blockbuster that were due, hmm I'd say maybe YESTERDAY. Oooh exciting. Late fees. My spidy senses are tingling.
*rolls eyes*
I'm currently missing home and my family. This would be my second time missing Christmas at home. I'm pissed at myself but at the same time proud. Mad at the fact that I turned down an opportunity to go home and spend the holidays with my folks and sibs BUT proud that I turned down my moms offer to bring me down because of two things: 1) Those bitch ass tickets are expensive and Hawaiian Airlines can suck big fat salty balls.
2) I gotta be grown and stop having to get my parents to baby me ever so often.
I'm the second youngest in the family and, how I see it, my family baby me due to the fact that I'm in college on a whole other island and that they're not around to make sure I'm fed, or to see how I'm doing in school. I get calls left and right, if not calls then it's the emails. I'm not complaining, never said I was, I'm thankful for having such an awesome family that looks after me.
And this Christmas wasn't a loss at all, I have family here in Hawaii so it wasn't a screw over.
Oh, I actually wanted to do something else in this blog...
I wanted to lay down some 411 on myself, so other bloggers can get a feel of who I am... ya dig?

My names Angel, no joke. I'm 20 and I'm so close I can taste that legalness of the liquor on the tips of my tongue. Virgo, not that I'm totally into that whole zodiac business -- *shrugs* okay so maybe I am, SUE ME! Of course some of you would want to know where I'm from. If you check your globes, maps, refer to maps in history books, WHATEVER -- you'll see in the Pacific Ocean, there are clusters of dots around that area a.k.a the islands of the Pacific Region. Close your eyes, run your fingers around those dots and count to ten -- open your eyes, now whatever island your finger happened to stop on has a 50/50 chance of being American Samoa, yeah that's home. Born and raised. I'm not any typical Samoan girl you'd ever come across. I'm not fluent in my own language, I can speak it and understand most of it but I don't do it just as much as some would expect from me. I'm the only one in my family who can't speak Samoan fluently but I try. I've been made fun of fromt time to time about my inability to speak Samoan but it's whatever. If I put so much effort into it that I'm shitting bricks trying to make out one sentence, then shit -- I'm trying right? Anyway, I'm from a big family. Have tons of siblings. Crazy cousins, aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews -- the works. Parents kept me in a Christian based school since FOREVER. Manumalo Baptist High School. I didn't love that school entirely. In my opinion, the school had a crap load of hypocrites who won't admit to themselves. I don't name names, but really it is what it is. I guess we held an appearance for outsiders to presume that the school was full of big time students/"little angels"...oh please, you don't know shit till you're there. I'm not saying I was the most angelic of the bunch, but know that MBS/HS aint all white walls, pearly gates, and angels for students. The perks? There were a lot of things I learned from that school that I do apply to my life. I got by with awesome family and friends.

What else... in general, I'd say I'm a nice person. Genuinely.

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