It's 40 degrees but I just really wanna wear my Gauchos.

I hate UO DPS. While this is the U of O's department of public safety and parking, I think it actually stands for U of O's Department of Poopy Shit Parking. I can NEVER find a place to park, like EVAR. I have had to miss multiple classes because I can't find a damn spot. It makes me furious and anxious and irritable. It actually happened to me Tuesday for I think the third time. How swell.

So I just L-O-V-E that they are building the new arena at the end of 13th and taking out 1 of the 2 parking lots for the 238497582395 sq ft. Education building. THX for me shitting my pants about parking.

So today, was again one of those days. I got to campus 20 mins early because it is usually a nightmare. Now that they have allowed people on University to park there with there permits it makes it that much more enjoyable to drive around the block 3 times hoping some frat boy just got done with his SOC discussion and will move his Escalade.

I end up parking on 18th and University and had to make it to Condon on 13th and Kincaid. By this time, it is 1:52 and my class starts at 2:00. As a freshman in all the painful dorm meetings and FIG bullshit that I listened to, I was told that you could make it anywhere on campus within 10 mins. Pff.

I start booking it at a Nate & Jaydra pace (see Nate's latest post) and make it all the way over to the library when I encounter a horrid sight. As you may recall, I have blogged before about the fashion choices of people and while I am most often horrified, it brings me great enjoyment and natch, blogs.

I am walking down the 2 flights of steps behind the library and a girl wearing gaucho pants...gasppppp! and vomit....a white tee that says " write love on her arms" printed on her love handles, and a fake oversized bag goes flopping down the steps. It was freezing outside but Miss Cutesy Gauchos wanted to just "like-throw-her-cute-zip-up-over-her-bag" and go! The WORST part was her dirty aqua flip-flops that smacked her feet with every step that she literally almost hopped down. It was awful. In addition, she swung her left arm forward and back like she was marching with the army.

So I book it in front of her and finally make it to class red-faced and now sweaty. How enjoyable.

So all for that I say THX to DPS.

WTF.

...

My ARTD251 Project.

I had to make a video manipulation piece to alter clips to make a new story. I chose a conceptual theme of dream:

Love this.

Hotness Factor

OMG! Britney looked SO good last night at the VMAS:


I love her.

Told you bitches she would be back.

Boo!

I am slightly obsessed with Big Brother.

I was WAAY bummed last night because of one my fave houseguests was evicted:



I love Renny! She is hilar! I kinda knew she was going.. it sucks! Her and Keesha on the block together = :(

Jerry's ass better get evicted next. He is lame.

It's My Birthday! Woot Woot!

I am 22 today. Wow, that's weird.




I <3 Birthdays!

Awful.

Yes, I watch the Hills.

Howevs, I am NOT a fan of Heidi. I think she is lame... and just likes to be an attention/paparazzi whore with her billygoat beard boyfriend, Spencer. She also thinks that she is a pop star, fashion designer, and anythingelsethatmightmakeherfamous. Like getting fish lip implants and a boob job.

This is her next music video trying to break into the biz:





I could only stand 2 minutes. It's horrendous.

SCAM!

Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.

Okay. So, I am at my internship right now. One of my ongoing projects has been to design/screenprint t-shirts for the company to sell to raise money for the youth education program. I have researched on the web for a bunch of places trying to find the best deal and I found this site called BlankApparel.com.

We also had a thought to ask American Apparel if they would donate but I thought it would be a longshot and I would have to talk to corporate.

I walked from my office on 1st and Ash to American Apparel on 12th and Stark to talk to the peeps and just like I thought, all I got was an e-mail of the guy "at corporate." Nice peeps at AA, though.

On my way back, I walked around the pretty Pearl District and by the Art Institute of Portland with all their fab posters and design studios and giant classrooms filled with huge Mac's for a design heaven. I got depressed.


Anyway, after my trek, I came back and my boss told me to call the BlankApparel website contact and see if they could send us a shirt so we could plan our screen printing design since the sizes on the website seemed like they would only fit giants or fattys. No offense.

So I call:

1-800-332-6576..

Immediately, a voice says, " to speak to a ( the phone cuts out) person, call 1-800-424-4400.

?.. That's weird. I'll call again.

Again, the same line and at the same place, it cuts out again. I think that maybe instead of listening to a recording, you call the 2nd number to speak to a real person. I write down the number but wait and see if a recorded menu comes on.

The number disconnects and my phone ends the call.

Lame. I'm calling the new number.

3rd call:

1-800-424-4400...

"Hey there sexy... do you want to speak to HOTTTT HORNY GIRLS?!! "

ahahahahahah! I screamed " Oh my God?!" and everyone here looked at me like I was a nutjob.

This t-shirt website is a total Scam-o! I wonder what would have happened if I would have tried to order a shirt. Maybe they'll send me a Naughty Nurse outfit or French Maid.




I just hope I didn't get ripped off for like $45/ minute because those bitches have my digits.

It reminded me of when Nate and I called a prostitute from one of our 900 call girl Vegas cards and the girl kept calling Nate "sexy" , "honey" and "baby" and kept asking us if we were back to our room in the Venetian yet. Lolz, we were sitting in my car on campus waiting for ARTD lab to start.

Oh my, whores are silly.

Shoe Police

So I had a lovely weekend in Portland ,which was especially glorious on Sunday when I went to one of my fave places everrr:

As usual.. it was delightful!

Afterwards, I walked around the shopping center that has basically popped out of the sky. I don't remember all these stores being there the last time I was up here. Anywhooo, there was a DSW (designer shoe warehouse) so natch, I went in because.. duhz.. I <3 shoes. However, I don't understand the fug stuff that stores are still selling!!?

Honestly, if they pick on people for bad clothes and fashion.. why the hell do they keep selling this nasty shit!?

1.

If you recall my bad shoe post, moccasins are the frumpiest piles of poo evar.

2.

I don't know what the hell these cheese cloth skuffies are supposed to do to benefit your feet, but hey, I guess if you want polka dotted sun-tanned feet then go ahead and purchase!

3.

" Um.. yeah I need something like, super cutesy for my 7th grade winter formal "Ice Dance."
Here you go, sick ass.. Kthxbye.

4.


Enough said.

P.S- Remember when I said I saw a freak-o on the bus with a bejeweled alcohol monitoring bracelet on?
Yeah, I snapped this sweet pic and sent it to Nate:


<3

Part Deux

So today waiting for the bus, I got approached by a filthy, drunk homeless transient who was mesmerized by my necklace. Awesome. Luckily, there was a chain smoking foreigner who said "keep moving, ass" to the guy and saved my life. Thx to you Euro Hottie Hero.

Next, CaramelDrippyfrapgirlwhowearscrocs (see last post) came around the corner at the same time and what did she have in her hand? ... ANOTHER $4.30 2000 calorie vomit-like frappuccino!

O.M.G. I think she gets one everyday after she gets of work then walks to the bus. Oy, I just threw up in my mouth a little.

Wait.. a lot.

Again, people are foul.

Bus-Capades

People are foul.

Riding the bus to and from work everyday in Downtown Portland is quite the experience. I usually go to Starbucks and then walk the 3 blocks down to my building. I am amused daily by the shit that people put into their body and then complain that they are 50lbs overweight.

Example A: (2 days ago)- A short, plump mom-ish like lady orders a venti raspberry white mocha frappucino with extra whip cream and an apple fritter to go for breakfast. Delish. There are all of your calories for the day. My teeth hurt just thinking about eating that. Ick!

Example B: (About 30 mins ago)- It is really warm today so a Blended Strawberry Lemonade sounds ultra fab. Yes, there is probs a lot of sugar but I never order them so I say whatevs today. The girl in front of me made me feel 10 times better about my order after I hear hers: Venti Caramel Frappucino with extra caramel. "Like, I want it dripping down the sides and on the bottom and the whip cream." My stomach turned. Her total was $4.30! This girl , to put it politely, had extra pounds already and definitely didn't need those cals. In addition, she is wearing a bright blue tank top that looks like a picnic basket with a dirty white sports bra and navy blue crocs and is power smoking so she can finish her cigarette before she gets on the bus. Vomit Now.

Then, I get on the bus. I have seen SO many weirdos I can't even tell you but today there were a surplus. The other day I saw a woman with an alcohol monitor anklet that she had bejeweled to look cool. Hah!

I sit down and across from me are 2 people that are the most methed/cracked out/ stoned I have ever seen. Can't even barely keep their eyes open and are slurring their sentences to each other; only slightly becoming normal when the bus jerks around or stops to let people off.

Also, meth woman has a black mullet full of hair gel that it doesn't move. She has a cane and is wearing these ultra gladiator sandals that go up to her ankles and are metallic silver. It's about 5:15 pm now, and the bus is packed that they will probably have to deny people soon because we have too many. I just happen to be sitting in the "handicapped/senior" section because when I got on that was the place to sit. I would move if someone got on that needed to sit. DUH.

So, Mullet Bitch starts complaining and points at me and the other people about how we are sitting in the handicapped section and that we aren't handicapped. I think she said handicapped about 6 times. The only reason she qualified was because she had a cane. There was nothing wrong with her. She was high and her pot belly was probably making her uncomfortable Oh, sorry I didn't know I had to move out of the section for lazy tweakers.

Her friend, meth man, is worse than her. His shirt is only buttoned in the very middle and he is trying to keep his head from bobbing with the movement of the bus. He is also carrying plastic bags filled with cotton balls and gatorade.

Next to them, is a woman in a pink gym outfit. When I look at what she is doing, she has a giant smile on her face because she just found a chocolate bar at the bottom of her purse. It is all melted and squished, but of course, she shoves it all in her mouth. Then about 10 seconds later, she pulls out a " Calorie, Carbs and Fat" book. Hmm.. closet binge eater?

Next to me, is a skinny punk boy who looks scared to death. I want to talk to him, but he just pulled out his phone to text. oh well.

On the other side of me is a woman reading a book. She has been completely silent the whole time but this time when I look down, I see her 2 inch long thumb nail holding the page open for her to read. Eek! Right along her cuticle is a giant bruise. Lovely. Maybe she was trying to snort some coke and her pimp beat her fingers... Probably not.. she just turned around and is a 60 year old Asian woman.

To my left is ANOTHER man with a mullet..good god..and this time he thinks he is THE MAN. It is brassy blonde and again, full of gel to keep it to perfection, and is rocking to his iPod in a flourescent button up shirt covered in marlin fish. Hotttt... At this same time, the bus comes to a stop and a girl gets up that I didn't even know was on the bus.. she is probably my age.. maybe a year younger and she is carrying a tiger stuffed animal under her arm.

What the hell are people thinking when they wake up in the morning, honestly?

VIP in Vegas

Wowzers.. Vegas was insane. I got to go to some of the coolest clubs and there were actually celebs there(though I didn't see them). It's not like they are there to hang out with normal peeps anyway. The only drawback to this trip was that it was over 105 degrees everyday and it never got cooler than about 90...even at night yuck. It was 123 one day.:( I have SO many pics so I'll only put up some of them.

Day 1: July 24
We stayed at Mandalay Bay:)

Later we started a little drinky drinkin..and then had dinner at House of Blues.



Larissa and Liz were just a little excited to go to the bars.


So after being drunk at dinner, we headed to TAO in the Venetian. OmGzzz.....

We found a group of 30 somethings who came up to us and said they were in Vegas for a Bachelor party. So Lars joined the mix and they showed us their best awkward moves. There were 2 bachelors with shirts that said "Pussy to Be" instead of "Groom to Be"..hilar.
Of course..being Vegas..there were stripper/dancers everywhere and all over the VIP booths. Packed dance floor of course..all in all.. this club was WAY COOLZ. Approve!

Day 2: July 25th


We had breakfast, did some swimming.. shopped at H&M:). Everyone else except me and Lars went to a faux Price is Right Show at Bally's (we weren't really feelin' a fake P.I.R that cost $49.50 a ticket. ) so we drove back to our hotel and as I tried to open the door the handle was weird and I said "I feel like someone has been in here..maybe the maids just came or something."

So I finally get the door and as I walk in Larissa get's really quiet and I turn around and she is frozen in the hall of our room. I stop and the next thing I hear is screaming and moaning of the neighbor's next door having sex.. ahahahhah oh my god we could not stop laughing. FYI the walls at Mandalay Bay are paper thin. LOL!

So we get ready, the P.I.R. show is done and we meet up at La Salsa in Caesar's Palace where they are having dinner after the show. Nicki tells me she doesn't want to go to the bars and would rather look at hotels tonight soooo.. me Liz and Larissa decide we are gunna go to JET in the Mirage because we got on the guest list by a promoter. But before we decide to take some shots.. :/ Nicki's dad orders us Patron since we need good tequila at a Mexican restaurant...

Then Liz decided to show us her best dance moves...


HAH! So then we needed drinks.. I thought I would be smart and just stay with tequila so I wouldn't get sickk... well after the next Patron shot went down.. I was dunzo.. I went to the bathroom puked twice and then was ready to go..haha. I ordered a vodka cran and we were back on the dance floor.
JET= Good times! Approve!

Day 3: July 26
Nicki and Ryan wanted to go to the pool.. but we weren't diggin that idea especially because it was overcast. Still 90 degrees or warmer..though. So the threesome went lookin at the hotels, saw the lions at MGM, watched the Bellagio water show and then met at Dick's restaurant for lunch at the Luxor.


Basically, Dick's is a restaurant where the waitors are Dicks. Everyone is a smart ass, you can talk shit to people..it's really fun. They put paper hats on people with crude phrases and big fat guys give lap dances to awkward moms or people with birthday's (see:Nicki's photo above):)
Ryan's hat said:"Taken more loads in the rear than Fed-Ex" and Larissa said: "Given more people crabs than Red Lobster. We drank margaritas and had a swell time:)

We went back and showered and went to the Comedy Stop in the Tropicana. I thought it would be lame and cheesy but I was dyyyinngggg. The comics were SO hilarious and out tickets were only $20 (thanks to nicki's dad). I'm pretty sure it is a famous little place because there were pix on the walls of people who had performed there that were on SNL and stuff. I think I saw Ellen and Rosie O'Donnell's pictures too.
Then were were off to LAX! My faveeee clubbb!!



We got invited to a VIP booth/table. It was so crazy! Then the bouncer asked us if we wanted to go to the exclusive VIP bar in a private elevator downstairs. We all said hellsss yeahh and went down. It was totally chilled out and there were just rich snobbos who sat in big chairs with cigars.. no one famous. Boo!

Day 4: July 27th

I didn't get to bed until 3:30 because of a few drunk dials from Oregon friends and the fact that my feet were throbbinggggg. NEVER.EVER.WEAR. HEELS. I swore I wouldn't do it because I never wore them the last time but for some dumbass reason I thought I could handle it. NOPE! I ended up walking home through the hotels barefoot.:(

Everyone but me and Lars left at like 6am for Eugene so we hung at her aunt and uncles after we checked out of Mandalay Bay. Shopped a bit and then I sat in the airport for 2 hours to get home.

I was pooped but hot damnnn it was a fun trip!

Hi, I'm annoying.

So as I was on the plane, I wrote down stuff I wanted to blog when I got to my comp. God, the people were RIDIC.
1. 3 annoying bitches 2 rows behind me arguing over if they got jipped on the amount of alcohol in their $5 plane cocktails and how much 1 oz really is. Dumb. I can hear all of this happening over the noise of the plane AND my iPod. How awesome.

Oh! And...the girl next to her whips out her phone as we are getting ready to take off and in about 2 decibels louder than everyone else says "I love you" and "Baby" about 18 times to her kid and her babydaddy. Natch. Meanwhile, now the 3 drunk bitches are singing "Vegas" themed songs. Slit my wrists, please.

2. The guy sitting across the aisle from me is reading a Spanish bible with his sunglasses on.

3. A little girl probs 10 yrs old. gets walked onto the plane by the flight attendant. She sits down and after a little while gets bored and pulls out her gameboy or something. Except the game she is playing is HamsterVille or something. Creepy.

4. I have to go pee. So I get up and go to the spacious lavatory that always smells like disgusting sterile soap that some douche has squirted all over the sink. I open the door and there is trash everywhere. SICK! The folded napkings are shoved in the tiny trash can and overflowing and the person before half-flushed. I almost VOM-ed. Then as I am leaving, the flight attendant that walked the hamster chick on the plane, is chowing down on a Caesar salad in the back. I want a damn salad. We didn't even get the plane peanut snack pack filled with about 9 peanuts. We got "beverage service." Woop de do.

PIX are coming later. I am hella procrastinating at work.

:)

PS- My last post was writted on my BB as I was walking through the terminal. Hella spelling mistakes. SRY.

Update

PDX is hoppin. As soon as I get off the MAX there are transit security swarming everywhere and some punk is handcuffed..and they aren't letting anyone back on. All I heard was something about you can't do that for a minor. Probs bought some kid some booze. Whatevs. Next..there is a guy in a blinged out bejeweled rhinestone Obama graphic print shirt. Way coolz.
3. A man is playing classical piano in the terminal by the restaurants while another is whistling. Weird.
4. I just spent $13 in the gift shop buying mags and trail mix. I kove traveling.
5. I got hit on buy the baggage boy.
6. Now I'm eating a Quizno's sammie and reading some goss about celeb babiez.
Onward to LAS!

Be Jealz

So I am currently on my way to PDX en route to VEGASSSSSS! I am so excited I can't even wait to purchase my first giant daiquiri at Fat Tuesday's. I am blogging from my lovely Blackberry and will try to post about my adventures in Vegas when I can. I am sitting on the MAX with my lovely large Pike's Place roast and watching all the weirdoz.

1. There is a nice lady sitting next to me except every 2 seconds..no joke..a puff of air shoots up her nose from a breathing machine so she can live. How lovely. She is also wearing a long sleeve shirt and rosy red sweater vest with embroidered jeans and white sneaks. Hot. PS it's supposed to be about 82 degrees today.
2. The other old lady on my left has Barney purple pants on and sweet painted reading glasses.

3. 2 peeps just sat down right next to me. They are talking way fast in spanish also. The chick is way prego and the guy immediately says hi as he is sitting down. He asks me how my hair is? And that it is pretty. His hair is elvis style in the front and he turns away and has a longer pony tail than me. Foul.he says Vegas is paradise...like Hawaii and that he wants to go. They just got off at parkrose. Thank god.
More updates laters. PDX is comin up!:)

For all those bitches in the J school...

I always hated when girls in my journalism classes would raise their hand and brag that they had "clips" from projects and assignments they had worked on for actual clients or whatever. See InfoHellBraggyIhavemyprojectdone2daysearlybitch. F you. I now have actual client work to show in my portfolio. hooray! I will post some of them when I figure out how to do it on blogger.

Here's what I say to those J-whores:

V-V-V-Vegasssssss!

I AM GOING TO BE IN VEGAS IN EXACTLY ONE WEEK FROM RIGHT NOW. WOOOT!

Plus, Nicki's rad dad paid for our hotel at Mandalay Bay. HOLLLLLAAAA!

If you would like to contact me:
Mandalay Bay c/o JORDZ
SIN CITY,NV

I just wish NATEZ could come with.

THX Nate

Check my sweet new header! THX to Natez for the helpz.

Intern 101

Hello friends-

I am currently sitting at my cluttered desk on my first day as a design intern at NW Documentary Arts & Media! Hooray! It's been a pretty good day. There are only 3 of us so that is weird compared to the normal chaos of the salon but since I am the intern/bitch I get to do pretty much whatever the hell I want.:) My boss even told me I can come and go as I please like to get coffee or whatever. Holla! Today my task was to come up with a set of roughs for t-shirt designs for their company. I worked for a few hours and came up with 4 or 5 ideas and showed my bosses. They loved them and were like ," See.. this is why we have a designer! I would have scribbled some sketches on a napkin." They called me a designer! I was a little excited:)


Also I re-named my blog "Fresh Squeezed."
Deal with it.


Later lovahs!

FAB Vocab

So I was bored at work the other day and in a giggly mood when I started to think of weird words...to say, to hear and that just look funny. I think of more all the time so this list will be added to I'm sure. My friend Miss Brenn Brenn also did a list on her blog. OMGZ!
Here it is so far..( and keep in mind these are way funnier when you enunciate the sounds a lot)at least to me..Lolz!

muffin
button
pumpernickle
mitten
milk
filth
spoon
grass
fork
nerd
fetus
chin
persnickety
cheese
moist
finger
shnoz (as in a nose)
skin
pudding
scab
gummy
bladder
hole
whack
balls
yogurt


hhahahhah yogurt and balls ended up next to each other. YUM-O!

Boo on You Britney Basher

"I just like food too much, and I don't want to change. I spent so much of childhood trying to change, and I just got sick of it... I don't want to look like Britney Spears. I just don't want to. She's hideous."

- "Fat feminist lesbian from Arkansas" Beth Ditto on Britney Spears in a statement yesterday to the LAtimes.com


Boo you whore. Britney is coming back biatch.



Courtesy: breatheheavy.com

Total Gym= Entertainment

Oh, how I love an actually GOOD commercial!

Summer Weather = Fug Fashion

Oh, how I do love the warm weather. However, the mindset of people who choose to dress the way they do when the sun is out always seems to amaze me. Example 1: I saw a cracked out, pale mopey girl walking around with half-opened eyes, a dingy blue wife-beater, running shorts and NO shoes. Cute? NO. Also, I was bored at work the other day and decided that I would make list of bad things I don't like.. aka terrible shoes.



1. Crocs. There is NEVER any reason why you should ever wear this terrible piece of rubber beast-like material wrapped around your feet in assorted Crayola colors and awful patterns (ie. Tye dye or Oregon Logos). I don't care if you are a gardner or if they are "soooooooo comfy." You look like an idiot. Especially when you add "widgets" in the holes and look even more ridiculous.



2. White Pumps. They were maybe cool in the 80s in a bad music video and maybe on a stripper but not on someone in 2008 while you are wearing business pants or a summer dress. SICK.



3. Mocassins. You aren't trendy or hippie or bohemian. After you wear them with your sweatpants to class for a week, they will look like old man slippers. My mom also just told me she wore them in the 7th grade. Exactly.



4. Platform Flip-Flops. It looks disgusting when they get all skuffed up from you dragging your feet around and when they flap against the soles of your feet when you are walking fast. It's also pretty nasty when your little toes are hanging over the front because they don't fit. Trash them now. They don't look cute with your prairie skirt.



5. Loafers. Probably seen on a person with an average age of 62, this terrible thing usually comes in poo brown or dingy black leather with a tassle covering the toe that swings when you walk around. No guys, they do not look good with your Dockers.

6. Patent Leather Shoes. Usually ranging in all the colors of a Skittle. Barf.

To be continued....

Hi, I'm Mopey.

I saw Miss MudFace today and she was looking really muddy, even her little piggy toes poking out from her Abercrombie sweats and with sour puss/mopey look, obvs. For those who don't know, MudFace is this weird ass girl who is too tan or who puts on too much bronzer everyday and literally looks like she has dirt on her face. You can tell when someone gets really tan but she just looks like an idiot who thinks it's pretty. Natch, I named her Mudface.


I'm in the EMU right now working on my French presentation and my friend Kari told me about this dance called the Tectonic that the French Hipster kids do in the clubs in France. It's hilar. Check it:

Dancing with the StarZ

So I watch DWTS with my momma every week and right now that's what I'm doing when I should be doing my damn advertising assignment. I choose instead to surf the webz and watch DWTS. Nate, Andrew and I were walking out of class talking about random stuff as always and lately have been adding Z's to the as many words as possible to be as obnoxious as possible. :) You know, like Grillz, Chillz, Pillz, Billz, StarZ, DoucheBagz, and of course OMGZ. Also, in other foul news, we have our next assignment due next week to make a parody of those terribly cheeZZy (note the Z's peepz) advertisements. Andrew is making fun of sorority bitcheZ and I am going to be DIY Make your Own Miley. It's gunna be SWEETZ! OMGZ! Here is my list so far:
1. Glitter microphone
2. X-tra long foul acrylic blonde braided Miley Wig
3. Magic Make-Yourself-Famous Dust (Thankz to Natey)
4. Perhaps a rhinestone karaoke machine or RaZor Scooter

That's all for now. It's going to be disgustingly great.

Bye byez from JordZ!

P.S. I saw a perfectly capable human being riding around campus on a Rascal today. She was a little unfortunate looking but I am pretty sure she could walk.

Rascals R Kewl!

Oh, she's just being Miley

So I have been bad about not being up-to-date-o with my bloggin' but today me and Nate had a pretty eventful morning so I thought I would share. We got our next assignment for Ad Design Class and we have to create magazine covers targeting 3 audiences.. Country Music Lovers, Overstimulated Teenz (hah) who love Hannah Montana aka Miley Bitch and EMO kids. LOL. So me and Nate peaced out of class and headed to Starbux of course. Then we walked over to Borders for some research. ohhhhhh man did we find some good shizzz. After picking up about 15 mags each, these were my faves:

There are some hilar quizzes in there. I will post them when I get off work.

TTYL

Love,

Miley

Holla!

Hellooo Friends!

This is my kickin' new blog that will be filled with the silly sally thoughts of my head.. and whatever else I feel like sharing. :)
I just watched my latest TV addiction Big Brother and d-ammnn it's getting good.
That's all for now!

-J
PS- Comme Ci, Comme Ca is French for so, so or whatever.. that doesn't really have any specific meaning.. I just thought it sounded cool. Hah!