I love good writing

Satirical essays were my forte in school. So when I read this article from a 1989 People magazine, I almost peed my pants.


Some people are just born victims. Take Zsa Zsa Gabor. "People are always picking on me," says Gabor, sitting regally in the living room of her $15 million Bel Air home, smoothing her pink chiffon pants. Take last June 14. There she was, tooling down Beverly Hills' La Cienega Boulevard in her convertible Rolls-Royce Corniche, when up pops a cop on a motorcycle telling her to pull over. Something about expired registration tags. Zsa Zsa did as she was bid—she has been stopped by policemen before. "Usually they say, 'Zsa Zsa, what's the matter, are you married these days, do you want to marry me?' " says Gabor. Not this guy. Without so much as a sociable "I loved your Pee-wee Herman special," Officer Paul Kramer ordered an up-close of her license. Well! 

Gabor fished it out of her glove compartment, but as it turned out, it had expired. A bad start. One thing led to another, most of which are in dispute, but it seems safe to say that after the two exchanged unpleasantries and had a little road chase, Kramer told Zsa Zsa to get out of her $110,000 coupé. When she did, she slapped him across the face, knocking his regulation sunglasses to the ground. That did it. Kramer arrested Gabor and called for backup to take her to the station. He handcuffed her so tightly, she claimed, she had to cancel a charity appearance because her wrists were an unsightly black and blue. Despite the two broken fingernails—never recovered—she got up the pluck to host a dinner for 36 a few days later. A sheer act of will. 

The bruises may be gone, but the skirmish isn't over yet. This Monday, Gabor squares off with Kramer again—this time in a Beverly Hills municipal courtroom. In The People of the State of California vs. Zsa Zsa Gabor, the Hungarian-born defendant, 70ish, is charged with five offenses: battery upon an officer, disobeying an officer, driving without registration, driving without a license and having an open container of alcohol. (That silver flask of bourbon in the glove compartment belongs to her eighth and current husband, Prince Frederick von Anhalt, of West Germany. "Sometimes I use it to sweeten my Diet Pepsi," he explains.) 

Zsa Zsa admits that the license was outdated. As for the registration, not only had she paid it ("It gives me a heart attack to write the check"), she had overpaid it, causing a bureaucratic bungle that left her with outdated tags. Of all the luck. 

And that disobedience charge is just the result of a cultural misunderstanding. While Kramer was running her license by the folks back at HQ and finding out that her registration had expired too, Zsa Zsa got antsy. After 12 minutes, according to the police report, she shouted, "You are an a——. I'm leaving," and sped off. According to Gabor, she asked what was taking so long, Kramer told her to "[Bleep] off," and Zsa Zsa took him literally. "On my word of honor, I thought he meant I should go," she says. "That's what they say in London, and that's where I was raised." 

Zsa Zsa has always had a remarkable knack for self-defense, and what a handy skill it has been. Last January she was removed from a Delta Airlines flight for letting her Shih Tzu loose in the first-class cabin. "He was in a Louis Vuitton carrying case the whole time," Zsa Zsa maintains. "My dear, the stewardess hated me." Months before that, she threw entertainment reporter Claudia Cohen (wife of megabucks Revlon chief Ron Perelman) out of the Regis Philbin Show dressing room and marched on-camera calling Cohen a bitch in front of millions of viewers. "I had no idea the cameras were on," demurs Gabor. In 1982 she made headlines for demanding that a row of handicapped people be moved to the back of a Philadelphia theater where she was performing. It was an usher, she says, who moved what she calls the "paraleptics. The theater owner, a terrible man, wanted me to take the rap." Victimized again. 

Or is it just that Zsa Zsa's behavior can be a tad, well, strange? Last summer author Jim Bacon was three months into an authorized biography of Gabor when her agent, Al Lowman, said that she wanted the story told through the eyes of her dogs. "In that case," said Bacon, "I'll bow-wow out." Not that Zsa Zsa is without her supporters. Take S.P.A.A.Z.Z., an Orlando, Fla.-based group of six friends who decided to form the Society for the Prevention of Anything Against Zsa Zsa as a protest against her recent traffic arrest. "We're trying hard to stop the senseless Zsa Zsa bashing that is going on," declares S.P.A.A.Z.Z. president Paul Spread-bury, who has sold 70 FREE ZSA ZSA, DAHLING kits—including a T-shirt, bumper sticker and banner—for $19.95. 

"I like her as a person and think she's a good lady," says Larry King, who recently had Gabor on his TV show, "but we all have to get a little older, and Zsa Zsa refuses to see that. Poodles on leashes being walked by doormen is yesterday. I guess it must be very hard on her." 

Zsa Zsa does keep herself busy. "I am a businesswoman," she says, which is not to be confused with a Beverly Hills bistro-going luncheonaire. "All those [women] do is talk about each other, badly: who had a face-lift, who has a lover, who is too fat, whose dress is not as expensive as Ivana Trump's. I don't like that." Gabor swears that she never had a face-lift. Okay. One chin tuck. "I have no time to think about wrinkles and all those idiotic things," she says. Except maybe when she's endorsing her Zsa Zsa mail order face cream. Or her line of Zsa Zsa jewelry that stars a $39 knockoff of one of her own rings and may eventually include a whole "Royal Collection" of Zsa Zsa jewels. 

At the moment, Zsa Zsa's planning a dinner for Barry Humphries, the Australian comedian. "He's not gay but he wears women's clothing [onstage]," she explains. The big question is, should Liz Taylor be invited? "She's such an unfriendly person sometimes," Zsa Zsa says. And once, Zsa Zsa was disinvited, believe it or not, from a party in Palm Beach because Liz "didn't want the competition." No wonder. "Did you see the pictures of her at Malcolm Forbes's party?" asks Gabor. "At the age of 57, she doesn't have to be this old-looking." Liz is off the list. 

Zsa Zsa simply doesn't get old. In fact, she often gets younger. The driver's license she gave to Officer Kramer had been physically altered to change her birthdate from 6/6/23 (already suspect) to 2/6/28. "You can say I'm full of s—, but don't say I'm old," she says. 

Zsa Zsa's traffic court appearance is just one more trial to bear. Slapping Officer Kramer was an intuitive kind of thing. Although he claims that Gabor said, "You are an a——-, you are a f—er," when he told her to get out of the car, she says he said, "Get out, you f—," and grabbed her wrist. "It was like Nazi Germany," says Zsa Zsa. "They killed half of the gorgeous girls. You should have seen the hatred in his eyes." So she slapped him. "This is a woman's reaction," she says. "I admit I have a Hungarian temper. Why not? I am from Hungary. We are descendants of Genghis Khan and Attila the Hun." The defense rests. 

—Margot Dougherty, David Marlow, Robin Micheli and tee Wohlfert in Los Angeles

Quotes!

be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.

~Dr. Seuss ♥

Truth does not demand belief.

"You can’t just sit there and put everybody’s lives ahead of yours and think that counts as love. You just can’t. You have to do things.” -- The Perks of Being a Wallflower

Favorite things and Not so much

Faves :)

1. Playing flute. I lovee playing flute

2. SNL's Shy Ronnie sketches. Here's both of them....Ronnie and Clyde and Teachers of life. I seriously pee myself whenever I hear these songs.

3. I also love I'm on a boat. I guess I just love Andy Samburg.

4. Christmas!

5. The fact that Heather dkjhfkjdsh texted me at the beginning of December and asked me to join her in making our statuses Christmas lyrics every day! Of course, I sometimes forget, but I love that Heather loves Christmas as much as I do. I seriously pee my pants every day when I think about Christmas

6. Writing silly poems, Here is one I wrote for my friend Dave the other day....

Dear Dave,

You are my fave.

About you I will rave!

Will you an afternoon save?

To visit me? ave?

Confirm-ave!

Until then, be brave,

my bff Dave!

7. Gina/Nicole activities. These include making our famous tuna, writing in our cute tinkerbell/disney princess notebooks, watching Arthur, and baking cookies :)

8. Driving around with Chels

9. Cute hair days. Nothing compares to those.

10. All my new clothes! I have been shopping so many times the past month. I talked to Julia on the phone yesterday and told her I went shopping and she was like, "again? I feel like whenever I talk to you you're shopping." Then Jenna told me the same thing and I believe Chels did too. I guess I'm a shopaholic?? Ohhh well.

11. My cute birdies, Chloe and Elle <3

12. Win a Date with Tad Hamilton.

13. Heather is coming home Saturday and Gina gets home today!

14. Flute lessons :) Sydney is the cutest thing ever!

15. The Office

16. Umm Psych???

Not so much

1. The fact that I fly out to Idaho in the morning and Julia flies into Maryland that night. Like, that is a piece of crap. We miss each other by like, 12 hours! Urgggg!!

2. My new flute is not all that I thought it'd be :(

3. Minor scales. I'm sorry- there is nothing more useless in the world.

4. Liars.

The National Institutes of Health

Today went into NIH to have my blood tested and such. I have to go back in a couple weeks for the blood tests, so I decided to take advantage of this opportunity and do a few things I've been meaning to do.


Mrs. Avis Brown
I visited Mrs. Avis, who was the head of the summer internship program a few years ago and kinda my first boss. She is one of my absolute favorite people and I just adore her. She loved me because I really went after that NIH job. I called her in October and wrote an essay and sent in a resume and got a teacher recommendation and obtained a transcript and in short did a great deal in order to obtain that internship. She loved me.

At first I was a secretary for Transfusion Medicine, but that didn't get much action. I still liked it, though. I was in close proximity to Mrs. Avis, Mrs. Winnie, Pete, and Mrs. Sarah all of whom I liked very much. They are wonderful people. However, a couple weeks into the internship I got moved up to the lab, where I spent the majority of my time as kind of a personal assistant to Mrs. Gina Matia, who was in charge of Phlebotomy.

Making Friends

Two other girls had also been transferred up to the lab- Ashley and Keaira. I never would've gotten my job if it hadn't been for Keaira, who told me about the opportunity in the first place or rather, told my mother. My mom was giving blood in Transfusion Medicine the summer before, and Keaira was there. She was chatting with my mom and my mom asked how she had achieved an internship at the National Institutes of Health so early in life? Keaira gave her Mrs. Avis's number, and my mom gave it to me.

Ashley , Keaira, and I became unexpected friends. They were already friends, since Ashley's grandmother is Mrs. Avis and Keaira had worked with them before. I was honestly not expecting to make a lot of friends over the summer, because our first meeting was very divided. It was about a dozen of us, and I was the only white one besides this pathetically obnoxious boy named Robbie who none of us liked because he was, quite frankly, very disagreeable. I'm not saying that I had a problem with the fact that I was a minority- I didn't. I'm a Maryland girl, and if you want to know my opinion on people who call me racist you are welcome to read this post. But the other kids didn't talk to me much. This didn't really bother me, because I wanted to focus, but then unexpectantly we were all friends. Sans Robbie.

Soon I found Ashley knocking on Mrs. Gina's office and saying Keaira and her were ready to go to lunch. We would go up to the 13th floor, the highest level. You could see the temple from there, always a comforting sight. We would have elevator dance parties, standing seriously as newcomers entered our private nightclub, casting us bewildered looks. We would try to send things up to the roof, because that level is locked to those who don't have access. One time we sent a chair up there, and then watched in dismay as it bypassed floor 13 and continued down....down....down....We stood there, staring at the blinking light above level five and alternated between biting our nails in anticipation, laughing at the undoubtedly surprised faces of the elevator's current occupants, wondering why on earth the elevator let the chair up to the 14th floor and not us, and frantically pushing the button to summon it back to us.

The cute boys of NIH

Sometimes we went and watched The Tyra Show, which proved to be pretty interesting. Other times we went to au bon Pain, the restaurant at the very front of building ten. Ashley was usually the one in charge of these expeditions, because going to front of the building meant passing the hang-out spot of many construction workers currently remodeling Outpatient Phlebotomy, among other places. She thought they were super cute, and they liked her too. It was funny watching her trying to casually coax Keaira and I downstairs with proclamations of how the walk would do us good, and declarations of how I had been needing a pick-me-up anyway....Eventually we would say yes and wander down the corridor together, Ashley always talking her loudest and walking her slowest when we traversed the bridge over the construction workers' hang-out.

We teased her about this quite a bit, but she repaid me with comments about Jeffrey Swift, a boy I had met the second or third week in. We had to go to orientation, and it was very interesting how, despite the little cliques our own internship community, we all banded together as we surveyed the other groups of interns, not quite sure what to make of them. We sat in high, comfy, swirly chairs and were given folders. Every day we listened to various presentations and watched several power-points. It was nice, but any kind of orientation gets monotonous after awhile I would think. One break time I glanced about the room and my eyes landed on a tuft of blonde hair. I watched it interestedly until he turned his head, and then my mouth formed itself into a ridiculous smile.

Lachelle noticed first. Giggling, she poked me. "You like him?" At this Keaira and Ashley took interest, too. They followed our gazes and grinned at me. "He's cute girl," Lachelle nodded approvingly. "Go talk to him."

The others nodded and I gripped the sides of my seat. "No way!" I protested. I was not the only girl who had noticed this boy. Several other female specimens had gathered around him, gravitating to the most interesting thing in the room by far.

Ashley sucked her teeth. "Please girl. They are nottt competition."

Luckily at that moment the break ended, but word had spread among the others in my program, and I kept receiving pokes and whispered pieces of advice. Well, I never said they weren't tactless.

Finally the day came that I was to meet mysterious blonde boy. The presenter announced that we would be dividing into pairs to practice the calm discussion of opinions within the workplace, or something like that. We were on opposite sides of the room, so I had little hope, but sure enough the smiling lady walked up to me and pointed. "You'll be working with him." I turned. He turned. I grabbed Lachelle's hand. She looked up. Lachelle nudged Ashley, who nudged Keaira, who nudged Larnell, who nudged Neaira, who nudged Torrell....until my whole internship was grinning at me and shoving me into an empty seat next to him, with clear instructions to "flirt until those other white girls puke with jealousy."

He smiled. I smiled. "I'm Jeffrey Swift."

"I'm Nicole."

"You're an intern?"

"Yep. You?"

"Yeah....I work in the morgue. Basement level."

I blinked. "How....interesting." I meant depressing. He seemed to know this and grinned and our conversation was fairly easy-going from then on, except for an interruption from his superfunny asian friend, who was paired with one of the several girls who apparently had formed the Jeffrey Swift fanclub, and was shooting daggers at me. None of the girls who had made a point of flocking to Jeffrey every break were very good at masking their annoyance for not being paired with him, but I have a feeling the lady did it on purpose. She didn't seem to like them much and she smiled at me whenever she had the chance. Well I wasn't complaining. I smiled prettily at them and winked at my fanclub- Ashley, Keaira, and Lachelle, who gave enthusiastic thumbs-ups and did all my glaring for me.

Jeffrey and I would sometimes run into each other, each meeting ending with me promising to visit him at the morgue, but I never got the courage to actually do it. What a shame :(

Mrs. Gina Mattia and Phlebotomy

Back in the lab again, Ashley only worked with Mrs. Gina once and then worked with this other lovely woman. Keaira was in a different department to the right that smelled distinctly of coffee. I only visited her once, because she was further into the lab than either of us so usually she would find us first.

In my opinion, I got the best deal out of all of us. I reorganized and put together a new training manual for Mrs. Gina. I got to use her office and I listened to music and had a lovely time. She told me about her family and showed me pictures and even let me use one of her lab coats when she declared that mine was far too dirty and sent it off to be cleaned. She was very kind to me :) Sometimes she had me go downstairs to Outpatient Phlebotomy, where I would label the blood tubes when patients would come for blood draws. I loved working there. I had the best time. It's almost as if it's a requirement for NIH employees to be nice, fantastic people, because I have met all of three who weren't. Make that five.


One day Mrs. Gina had me call around about something....I forget. Anyway I kept having to call this one department, and this secretary was getting very rude with me. At the end of the day Mrs. Gina came down and asked how it went. "Well," I said hesitantly, not wanting to disappoint her with the small amount of information I had gleaned in the increasingly hostile phone conversations. And I explained. Mrs. Mattia got very upset and hugged me and told me she would take care of it and she was very sorry to have put me in that position.


I was very surprised at her concern. I thought that a woman in her sort of power surely would not care what happened to a lowly intern who had flubbed the one assignment given her since she entered into her care. I had a lot to learn about Mrs. Gina Mattia.


Inspiration
When I was not working with Mrs. Gina I was in other sections of the lab. I filed, made spreadsheets, observed, and learned more than I ever had in any science class. One day I even came across a file of my little brother, Jacob, who is a regular healthy volunteer in NIH studies. I asked someone to explain it to me and, after confirming that I was in fact this patient's sister, got a very detailed insight into my baby brother's health. Apparently he is in top physical shape and has lots of great stuff floating around his body. I beamed :)


I never, ever have had an interest in pursuing a career in medicine or any such thing, but being at NIH and walking among some of the greatest doctors and scientists of our time had a very distinct impact on me, and I might find myself leaning towards that field.


I met the man who discovered a cure for something.... I think it was Hepatitis B but I could be wrong. Lachelle was one of his helpers. It was actually quite funny how I met him. Ashley and I were talking about Lachelle and how we should find her for lunch or whatever. Ashley mentioned who Lachelle worked with and said in a reverent voice, "he found a cure for Hepatitis B." "Really?" I asked, mildly impressed. Then I turned. I was facing a very kindly old man who wore a lab coat and had white hair. Ashley poked me in the back. "That's him."


I have no idea what came over me. My mouth dropped open. My throat dried out. My eyes widened and then blinked rapidly. The man smiled at me kindly and continued on past. "I...." He looked back, still kindly but mildly confused. "Thanks." I sputtered, my face rapidly turning a very red. He smiled knowingly and stuck out his hand. I gasped and jumped a step back. His eyes twinkled as he and Ashley exchanged a look. "This is Nicole," she supplied helpfully. "She's a huge fan." I nodded fervently and, hesitating, reached out and shook hands with one of the greatest scientists I had ever met.


From then on whenever we passed in hallways he would make a point to smile and wave at me. I felt very special and happy :)


The Director of Building 10
Every day Keaira and I would deliver the mail to Dr. Gallin, the man in charge of building ten. We loved this job. Keaira used to do it alone, but one day she invited me along and I was so thrilled by the prospect of meeting Dr. Gallin that I insisted on accompanying her each time I had the opportunity.


We were rather like star-struck tweens at a Hannah Montana concert, I daresay, with how eagerly we would enter the office, hair swaying as we looked left to right, hoping for a glimpse of one of the most powerful men on campus. But he was as elusive as ever- I think we only say him twice in his office ever, and we delivered the mail daily. One day, though, we struck gold.


Building ten has this huge atrium, and hallways for levels 1-7 (I think) look down into it through glass panes. One day as we were delivering the mail, I glanced down at the atrium, which contained au bon Pain and a couple other shops. Suddenly I stopped dead in my tracks. Keaira carried on a few steps until she noticed my absence. She glanced back at me but before she could say anything, I pointed. "There's Dr. Gallin."


Keaira followed the direction of my finger and gasped. "It is!"


Don't ask me how we identified the man we had only seen briefly at the beginning of our internship (well, Keaira had seen him a bit more the previous summer and actually got a picture with him that went with an article about the internship program in NIH magazine, The Catalyst. I know. Fantastically nerdy name :)) from seven stories above. I have nooo idea. But it was him, and Keaira and I rushed to an elevator. We squealed about our good luck as we hammered the button for level one, ordering the doors to close faster, and for the craft to not stop for anybody. Luckily it didn't, and Keaira and I stumbled out of the elevator. We looked around frantically, spotted him, and collapsed onto chairs next to au bon Pain, pretending to be deeply engrossed in conversation as we passed covert glances at the building director, willing him to break away from his pack of lab coat-wearing colleagues and walk in our direction. I glanced down, quite distressed that I had not kept my own lab coat on, or rather, Mrs. Mattia's lab coat. But there was nothing to be done, and Dr. Gallin was alone and headed our way.


I kicked Keaira under the table in excitement and she stood up, yanking me along. "Dr Gallin?" she called. He turned, and seemed surprised to see us addressing him. He did not know us, but we filled him in quite quickly, ending with, "Thanks for this opportunity. We love it here."


He smiled at us and we shook hands and he expressed his pleasure in the internship program as well. Then we said our good-byes and as he walked away Keaira and I turned to each other, foolish grins spreading over our faces. "I can't believe we did it." I exclaimed, and she nodded happily and we got celebratory hot chocolates from au bon Pain.


NIH loves me
NIH was very good to us interns. When it was Children's Day Keaira, Ashley and I got to go around with all the kids. We went through the lab and were shown different instruments and all sorts of things. We got to play games and were even awarded our own lab coats at the end. Mine still hangs proudly in my closet.


Toward the end of the summer we were given a much more detailed tour of the lab, which is the largest open lab in the world. It was conducted by this kindly woman who absolutely adored me :) Sometimes during the day I would have breaks and I would visit her, or I would visit this other lovely woman who loved when I asked her what she was doing, and would launch into very detailed descriptions of her work, making sure I understood each thing. She was an excellent teacher :)


I love Maryland
One day in Outpatient Phlebotomy we began discussing the Mormon Temple. They loved it. They kept talking about the beautiful lights and how they always looked forward to seeing it each year. When they found out I was Mormon they asked all sorts of questions, and it was very fun to talk to them about my religion. They all received copies of the Book of Mormon and were very touched by the gift, and when I came back to visit in the winter I brought them copies of the Visitor Center calendar for the month of December, because they all said they loved going.


That's what I love about Maryland. I love being around people of all different religions, ethnicities, backgrounds....I am so glad that I was born and raised here :)


I love NIH
I cannot say it enough, I love the National Institutes of Health. That internship was one of the best experiences of my life and even though that summer I got up at 5:45 every morning and did not get home till 5:30 at night and often collapsed into bed around 8:30 or 9 from pure exhaustion, and had no days off, I really loved working there.


I loved walking along the same halls with some of the greatest minds of our time. I loved seeing smiles everywhere I turned and always meeting nice people. I loved working with Mrs. Gina Mattia, and Mrs. Avis, and Mrs. Winnie, and Mrs. Sarah, and Pete, and Keaira, and Ashley, and Lachelle, and Jeffrey Swift, and all the fun secretaries for the lab and the wonderful Outpatient Phlebotomy staff and the lovely people in other sections of the lab. I loved working upstairs in the lab even if it was just me filing papers or making labels for Mrs. Gina's binders, because I knew that I was doing my job and that in performing some of the more tedious tasks, I was freeing up time for others to focus on helping patients and making the world a better, more disease-free place.


I am so grateful for the opportunity I was given, and I'd do it again in a heartbeat. Who knows? Maybe one day I'll be Dr. Gallin, or Mrs. Avis, or Mrs. Gina Mattia. Maybe. But wherever I end up being, I know that I have been made a better person because of the National Institutes of Health :)

My lips don't lie

"My lips never chap."

Those four words sealed my destiny. I was walking along in Target with my friend Heather. We were looking for tights. We found them, and then we ran into a rack full of Burt's Bees chapstick.


"Ugh, that stuff hurts." I exclaimed. "Julie uses it alll the time, and one time my lips were chapped and I used it and my lips stung."


"Hmm really?" Heather asked. "It doesn't hurt me."


I pondered this a moment. "Maybe," I replied thoughtfully. "Maybe it's because you have a tolerance to it because you use it often? My lips never chap."


That very night, THAT VERY NIGHT, my lips chapped horribly. I used Burt's Bees for at least two days before they recovered. As I sat there, wondering what in the world had brought on this strange hormonal imbalance, I realized something. In the last few years, my lips have not chapped a lot. I could prolly count on one hand how many times they've chapped. But every single time ev-er-y siiiiiiiingle one it has been preceded by those four words; My lips ne-vvverrr chap.

It's as if my body wants to make a liar out of me.

Roommates, Gina and Julie are spoiled, Prince Harry, Mika

Roommates!

Yesterday I got two friend requests from people I do not know. Before coldly rejecting them, I checked my school email and sure enough! They were my roommates :) I had to request the last one myself, and they all look very nice :) I hope we will all get along and smile at each other winningly and just be the best of friends! I am thinking of giving them a present of goodwill when we first meet. It will be in the form of cups! Disney cups, to be specific. I will give them each one that I feel reflects my perception of them.I think Shelby will get either Belle or Jasmine or Aurora. It'll prolly be Aurora bc she looks like her a lot except with brown hair. She is seriously pretty and is from North Carolina I think?? I sound like a stalker but I am not! It was just on fb. Erin looks really into music and drama (like, the stage). That is great bc I love music too! I wonder if she plays an instrument/will be in band/will I be in band???!?! She will get Ariel by virtue of her hair (it is very red). And then Lauren has very pretty hair and seems very outgoing. I think I will give her Cinderella, bc she has pretty hair too and she works hard and she is super outgoing bc she danced with the prince at her very first ball!

Gina and Julie = Spoiled

Oh my holy craponolli, I am obsessed. Obsessed with spending. And it’s not that I just love spending money or anything, it's that I love giving gifts. I love it! I honestly can say that I totally get the "it's better to give than to receive" thing. The major recipients of my gifts? Julie and Gina. I love getting them stuff. Like, for example. Julie is getting like, one two three....at least five presents from me this year for Christmas, and I'm pretty sure I forgot some. And Gina is getting three so far, and I've given her at least three other presents this year. Seriously so spoiled, but I love giving them presents! And they are such grateful recipients :) it makes it so much more rewarding!

Prince Harry = My husband. Yes. That is correct 

Umm....I'm gonna to marry Prince Harry of England? Postive.

Mika <3

I am also in love with another English man. His name is Mika and he is simply wonderful. I lovee him. I love his songs, and especially "We are Golden". Poor Gina, Chels, and Jenna. I pretty much made at least 200 of these views in both of these songs right before we hung out and I was singing it constantly. They dealt with it very nicely though, considering how often I would burst out with, "We are not what you think we are we are GOL-den, we are GOL-den!"