Lesson Learned

...sometimes we out grow the ones we love....

Now My Anger Can Be Turned in a Different Direction

So last night I had every intention of fighting that bitch and most likely being sent home early from my discover the world program.  However, something else topped off my night the turned my anger into a rage for someone else.  And that someone is ST JOHNS UNIVERSITY!!!
So last night is my appointment to register for classes.  And the time slot I was given was 7pm Eastern Standard time (if your too lazy to do the math is 1am my time) and I totally forgot about it and went out.  So yeah, that's my bad but why would give someone a time slot of 1am?  It's like the school doesn't care about any of the students abroad.
So I register as soon as possible this morning, or I try to, but there is a hold on my account and it won't let me register.  First of all, I think my school is totally dispicable with the way they handle students.  If there is a hold on my account at least let me register, and if I don't resolve it then withdraw me from the classes.  Don't give me an appointment time and then I have to wait until that time to figure out I have holds and watch all my classes fill up.
Second of all, if your going to say I have a financial hold, maybe you want to check your fucking records.  Apparently, according to the geniuses at St. Johns I didn't pay $8,000 for my residence this semester.  Which is true, however that's because I'M NOT LIVING ON THE FUCKING RESIDENCE!  I'M IN FUCKING EUROPE RIGHT NOW BEING CHARGED FOR A DORM ROOM IN QUEENS!!!
So because of this fictional hold, I'm sitting at my computer all day watching one by one as my classes slowly but surely fill more and more spots.  And at this point it's kind of like...I might as well take this semester off.  I won't have classes to take by the time these assholes sort out their own mistakes and run back and forth to different offices to get different answers and then try to make it sound like I did something wrong.
I only have 3 semesters (hopefully) left at St Johns (because after this ordeal I refuse to go there for Law School or Grad School) and just when I thought they were finally getting there shit together, I am locked out of class registration.
FUCK YOU ST JOHNS
FUCK YOU
FUCK YOU

-B.S.

Dear Selfish Person who left there laundry in the dryer 10+ after the machine had stopped

Maybe you didn't realize this, but there is only one dryer in the laundry room.
Another fact that you might not have noticed, there are about 100 people living in this building.
Now I'm not going to do the math, but something tells me that it will take a lot of time as it is for every student to be able to do their laundry.  Therefore, maybe you want to pay fucking attention to what time your shit is done in order to not inconvenience the other 99 students who would like clean underwear!!  I've been going commando for legit 5 days!  I've finally run out of pants.  I'm down to my last outfit and I put in my load to wash 25 minutes before your clothes would be dry, that way as your taking your clothes out, I can put my clothes in.  A lot of thought and detail went  into this elaborate plan and you fucked it up by having you r perfectly dry clothes wasting space in the one dryer we all have to share.
Now you can find your clothes rolled up in a ball on top of the dirty washing machine, your lucky there wasn't a dumpster in the laundry room.
FUCK YOU

-B.S.

Reckless

So, Saturday night, October 9 2010, I continued my drinking experiment.  I drank all night.  Which started out as no big deal.  Took a few shots and drank a few beers and I was fine.  

However, my night took a turn for the worse when I decided to drink 2 tequila sunrises in a row.  Then, I proceeded to urinate in a dark (what I thought to be empty) Salamancan alley way.  Then I wen to to Cubic (a popular club) where I got into a fight with a group of groping men.  After I left the club, I went and binge ate at Leanordo's (a local restaurant that opens at night for night dwellers suck as myself) and when I returned to my room I had a temper tantrum and threw all of my dirty clothes al over the room.  

All in all, it was a good night. 

-B.S.

Michelle Branch - Goodbye To You (Video)

I've Made My Bed and I Sleep Lika a Baby with No Regrets

“Forgive sounds good

Forget?  I’m not sure I could

They say time heals everything, but I’m not waiting.
I’m through with doubt

There’s nothing left for me to figure out

I’ve paid a price

And I’ll keep paying. “

Today’s topic is forgiveness. 

I can understand people who choose to let by gones be by gones, and give people second chances (I’m not one of those people but I can understand it)  But there is a dangerously thin line between being forgiving and being a doormat. 

As established, I’m a bitch. I don’t give apologies and I don’t accept them.  If you hurt me in any way shape of form, whether it was intentional or not, you still hurt me.  You can’t take it back, and saying “I’m sorry” isn’t going to magically make it all better.

Now I have personally been fucked over numerous times in my life, but I’m not a saint, I know I’ve

done my share of fucking people over as well.  But at least I own my shit.  At least I don’t walk around pretending to be the victim all the time and blaming all my misfortunes on everybody else.   

I feel like if you forgive someone more than once for the same bad behavior than you are enabling them to do it again.  And they will.  If you reward someone’s bad actions with forgiveness, then what have they learned?   What has been accomplished? 

Forgiveness may be an amazing quality to have, but I don’t have it.  And guess what? I’m not missing out.

“I’m not ready to make nice

I’m not ready to back down

I’m still mad as hell and I don’t have time to go round and round and round

It’s too late to make it right

I probably wouldn’t if I could

I’m mad as hell can’t bring myself to do what it is you think I should”

-B.S

Super Sip Me

So I'm sure we all saw the Super Size Me documentary that evolved a few years ago.  In case you were too busy eating McDonalds, the movie basically showed what would happen to the human body if they ate nothing but McDonalds for every meal for a month.  Needless to say, the results were no bueno.
Which has led me to the point.  While in Spain, I want to see how much alcohol my body can take.  So from now on, if I'm drinking anything....there has to be alcohol in it.  (Water is my only exception which I barely drink anyway)
I will attempt to document the drinking and post it, otherwise...your just going to have to take my work for it.  The challenge begins today!

-B.S.

That's Why I'm a Bitch

Inspired by Angelina on the Jersey Shore, I want to know what makes a bitch a bitch, and what makes a man a man?
First off, let me start of by saying Angelina's a total bitch, and she's dirty, and I will now reference to her as the Staten Island Dump.
But why am I a bitch? (I know I'm a bitch, I would just like some feedback into why exactly am I bitch)

• Am I a bitch because I talk down to people (because I only talk down to people that I know aren't on my level. if I don't talk down to them, how will they understand me?)
• Am I bitch because I tell it how it is (because in my mind I'm just being real.  So if you want me to be fake let me know and I'll try it.  I can't make any promises but I'll give it a shot)
• Am I bitch because I don't care what people think of me (because this goes back to being on my level, if you really don't like me, it's most likely because I'm better than you, and in that case, I don't give a shit about what you think.  That's like caring about the gum on the bottom of flip flops, flip flops are cheap and gums dirty, so who gives a fuck?)
• Am I a bitch because I do what I want when I want?  (because if that's why I'm a bitch, I'm totally okay with that. 

With that being said, what makes a man a man and not an asshole.  I'm not making bullet points for this because I'm just going to ramble on from personal experience.  Is a man someone who tells you to be honest, until you are honest and then he threatens to put a bullet through your head?  Is a man someone who threatens you?  Is a man someone who thinks you owe them something?  Is a man someone who cheats and lies?  Is a man someone who posts the most most ridiculous things about other people on Facebook rather than deal with the actual person to their face?  Is a man someone who can threaten someone over the phone, but can only apologize for it over text message?  If this is a man ladies and gentlemen, I am proud to be a bitch.  

If you have the answer to any of these question, please feel free to email me at bajastiletto@gmail.com...your feedback is greatly appreciated.  

-B.S. 

That's Why I'm a Bitch

Inspired by Angelina on the Jersey Shore, I want to know what makes a bitch a bitch, and what makes a man a man?
First off, let me start of by saying Angelina's a total bitch, and she's dirty, and I will now reference to her as the Staten Island Dump.
But why am I a bitch? (I know I'm a bitch, I would just like some feedback into why exactly am I bitch)

• Am I a bitch because I talk down to people (because I only talk down to people that I know aren't on my level. if I don't talk down to them, how will they understand me?)
• Am I bitch because I tell it how it is (because in my mind I'm just being real.  So if you want me to be fake let me know and I'll try it.  I can't make any promises but I'll give it a shot)
• Am I bitch because I don't care what people think of me (because this goes back to being on my level, if you really don't like me, it's most likely because I'm better than you, and in that case, I don't give a shit about what you think.  That's like caring about the gum on the bottom of flip flops, flip flops are cheap and gums dirty, so who gives a fuck?)
• Am I a bitch because I do what I want when I want?  (because if that's why I'm a bitch, I'm totally okay with that. 

With that being said, what makes a man a man and not an asshole.  I'm not making bullet points for this because I'm just going to ramble on from personal experience.  Is a man someone who tells you to be honest, until you are honest and then he threatens to put a bullet through your head?  Is a man someone who threatens you?  Is a man someone who thinks you owe them something?  Is a man someone who cheats and lies?  Is a man someone who posts the most most ridiculous things about other people on Facebook rather than deal with the actual person to their face?  Is a man someone who can threaten someone over the phone, but can only apologize for it over text message?  If this is a man ladies and gentlemen, I am proud to be a bitch.  

If you have the answer to any of these question, please feel free to email me at bajastiletto@gmail.com...your feedback is greatly appreciated.  

-B.S. 

Goodbye Eiffel Tower, HELLO SOMBRERO

Traveling throughout Europe has been very eye opening for me.  This is the first time, throughout my 20 years of life, that I have had to do anything on my own.  And I am actually surviving, maybe I'm not so helpless after all.  (Well maybe it's too early to make the leap of an assumption)  But the point is, I will most likely never get the opportunity to travel for four months across Europe with no responsibilities!! (I obviously don't count classes high on my responsibility priority list)

That being said, I have seen a lot in the past few weeks, and I've decided that Spain is the shit!!  I just arrived in Spain this past Thursday, after spending 5 weeks in Paris, France.  No offense to Paris, but after two weeks I was like "let's go!"  Everything was extremely expensive in Paris.  It's bad enough that converting dollars into euros only gives you 70 Euro cents for every dollar, but then you are charged 15 Euro's for drinks, which is approximately 23 American dollars.  (I don't know the actual conversion rates, get a damn calculator if you care so much)  Everything in Paris was too far to walk to (in my mind 30 minutes is too far to walk too) so the metro was a necessity, and I don't know how to take subways in New York, my native land, so I damn sure was not going to figure it out in Paris.  The people in Paris were so plain and boring.  Everything closes at 7.  So if you want to shop or run errands all that good stuff needs to be done before then, and even though the clubs and bars are open to a semi decent time (around 2 or 3) the people don't get dressed up to go.  All my sexy outfits are way too sexy for the simplicity of the Parisian lifestyle.  The women don't show their chest, wear makeup, or use hair products.  I felt like I was living in a convent. Speaking of convent, the dorms weren't helping the situation either.  First of all, the dorms are attached to a Catholic Church (which makes sense since it's St. Johns)  But because of this fact, any bit of noise was considered indecent.  Which is hilarious considering the fact that every 15 minutes the church bells ring at a noise level that is meant for all of Paris to hear, so clearly the priests can't be too sensitive to noise.  also, at the school, the meal plan is two meals a day Monday through Thursday, and NOTHING Friday, Saturday or Sunday.  Even better, the first and most important meal of the day, consisted of crusty bread, and warm orange juice.  And if all of that wasn't enough to totally ruin my Paris experience, IT RAINED 80% OF THE TIME.

Needless to say, Paris wasn't exactly my cup of tea.

But Salamanca, Spain, is the best thing I could have ever done for myself.  I've only been here for 5 days, but I have gone out at night every night and I probably spent a total of 30 Euros (including the food I eat when I'm drunk before I pass out)  At one bar, I bought twelve shots for the low low cost of 5 Euros.  And when my night was over (when I was stumbling drunk with a stolen sombrero, clinging on two my key in one hand, and my friend {aka the only thing keeping my body vertical} in the other hand) I found a restaurant called Leonardo's, that only opens at night and serves the best bacon, huevos y queso con papas fritas (bacon egg n cheese with fries for all the non Spanish speakers out there) on the planet for 3 Euros.  No matter where I go in Salamanca, it's legit a 10 minute walk back to the dorms because the town is so small.  The school, while they still feel just as strongly against noise, is integrated with Spanish students, so I don't have to see and talk to and associate with the same 20 people ALL THE TIME  And the meal plan is 3 times a day everyday and a buffet style!  So, I'm basically in heaven.  But if that's not enough to convince you, it's 75 degrees outside right now.

Be jealous.

-B.S.

You Don't Fuck With Them Niggas? Nah Them Niggas Pussy

Since I have been studying abroad in Europe I have definitely been absent from the internet and I want to take this time to apologize to all my adoring fans.
To make it up to you I have a treat.  Mi amigos (I'm in Spain now by the way so I'm trying to learn practice mi espanol.) made another rap video that's even better than the last.  Listen, Share, and LOVE if!!

http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=134979393216590&ref=mf

Unfortunately I can't post it here, so you're going to have to do a little extra work, but it's worth it.  Stop being lazy.

-B.S.