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Bananas (-_-)

For some reason, whenever I see a person with a banana and I want the banana… I can usually get them to give me the banana in 10 seconds or less. I think that counts as a talent. I haven’t seen other people with this talent either. Hmm……

Lucifer, Devil, Demon…?

I would like to know why those words have been changed into something that they were not.

Lucifer is the bringer of light, a lightbearer. And… now people call him/her/it the devil and evil because of religion. How interesting.

Then there’s the word “devil” which originated from the word “devi” and that means “God”…

“Demon” in Greek means guardian spirit. Again, it somehow got flipped around because of religion. I wonder why. What reason is there to change meanings of words and then make the vast majority of people believe a lie?

Those 3 terms do not have meanings related to evil or Hell or any of that. But somehow, all 3 are now evil. Now that I know this, everytime someone uses those kinds of labels, I am automatically not going to believe them. It is messed up to lie to millions of people. About words.

Convo W/Sergio #2 – In French o_O

Numéro DEUX!

Me: Wuddever

Sergio: Aaaak! Dont wuddever me!!!!

Me: WUDDEVER!!!

Sergio: Fine!

Me: I kno I’m fine!

Sergio: Your sexy!

Me: Negro dire-quoi? Lol. *makes convo take right turn*

Sergio: De quoi parlez-vous!? I say your sexy!! (Translation: What are you talking about!?)

Me: Je l’ai dit tour  à droite! Et tu ne parle pas Français! Tu parle Espagnol! (Translation: I said turn right! And you don’t speak French! You speak Spanish!)

Sergio: Est-ce que tu as pense que je ne parle pas Francais? Mais je le parle bien, mais pas comme toi. Et je l’essaye! (Translation: You think I don’t speak French? But I speak it well, but not like you. And I tried.)

Marisol: C’est quoi ce bordel?! Lol, Tu dit que tu ne parlent pas Francais. Monsieur MEXICANT. (Translation: What the -bleep-?! Lol, You said you didn’t speak French. Mister MexiCAN’T.)

Sergio: Eh oui, je Suis ton sieur! Ecoute-moi quand je te parle. Regarde-moi et tu seras sage. (Translation: Yes, I am your lord! Listen to me when I speak. Look at me and you’ll be wise.)

Me: ROFLMFAO tu es drôle. Et boiyeux. Où est l’espagnol maintenant? Attendre…. Qui suis-je parler? lol (Translation: to? ROFLMFAO You’re funny. And lame. Where is the Spanish now? Wait…. Who am I talking to? lol)

5 minutes later 😛 Sergio: Ce n’est ni l’espagnol ni le francais… C’est l’alemagne! Ich bin zwanig Jahr alt. Mein kompf. Et si je suis drole, comment est-ce que je pourrais parler francais avec toi? Dis-moi. (Translation: It is not Spanish nor French… It’s German! *Ich bin zwanig Jahr alt. Mein kompf.* And if I’m funny, how could I speak french with you? Tell me.)

Me: Hey! Pas juste. You used the translator fatty! Lol. (Translation: Not fair.)

 Sergio: Je ne l’ai utilise pas. Et comment tu sais que je sois gros? Je suis en forme maintenant. Peut-etre que c’est toi qui utilise le translator? Si non, telephone-moi et le prouver. (Translation: I didn’t use it. And how do you know I’m fat? I’m fit now. Maybe it’s you who use the translator? If not, telephone me and prove it.)

Me: Lol, Je sais que tu ne parlent pas français. “Vous parlez de manière formelle de ce genre.” C’est tu.  <~ hahaha I did a typo. (Translation: I know you don’t speak French. “You speak formally this way.” It’s you.)

Sergio: Cemui? Je ne comprendre pas. Et oui, je peux parle de les deux manierres. Est-ce que tu as voulu dire “c’est toi” (Translation: Cemui? I do not understand. And yes, I can talk both ways/manners/idk what word to use. Did you mean “It’s you”)

Me: Celui* et non. Je gagne. (Translation: That* and no. I win.)

Sergio: Tu n’as pas la raison. Alors, tu n’as gange pas. Je suis le meillur. (Translation: You don’t have a reason. So, you do not gange. I am the meillur.) Note: Meilleur = best.

Me: Je gagne parce que tu ne parle Francais. 😛 je suis le gagnant. Et, tu saisi gagner tort. (Translation: I win because you don’t speak French. 😛 I am the winner. And, you spelled gagner wrong.)

Sergio: Tu as oublie le “pas” apres “parle”. Tsk tsk tsk. Ne t’inquiete pas. Un jour, tu apprenderas plus, mais je toujours saurai le plus de nous. (Translation: You forgot the “not” after “speak”. Tsk tsk tsk. Don’t worry. One day, you’ll learn more but I still know most of us.)

Me: Parce que je ne pas utiliser le traducteur. Contrairement à toi. Et tu as mauvaise grammaire en Anglais, il vaut mieux en français. Translator!! (Translator: Because I don’t use the translator. Unlike you. And you have bad grammar, it’s better in French. Translator!!)

Sergio: Prover-lui. Parle avec moi dans la vrai vie. Telephone moi maintenant. J’espere que ton accent est mieux qu’il de moi. (Translator: Prove him. Talk to me in real life. Telephone me now. I hope that your accent is better from me.)

Me: Lui = him. Et non, je suis avec ma grand-mere. Lol. (Translation: Lui = him. And no, I’m with my grandma. Lol.)

And then I won. And it got boring. He takes long to reply back because he doesn’t speak French. He is a Spanish speaker. If you require proof, his French grammar is somehow better than his English grammar. Explain that one! And before this convo, he would spell “beaucoup” like bocoup. He probably still thinks he won, but then guys should learn that it’s usually the female who wins, lol. In the end, I told him “Wuddever”… My bad for grammar issues and whatnot, I’ll be learning for a loooooong time. It’s enjoyable.

F— It Dirty – Lol

So I was thinking of an entertaining song that I was in the mood to listen to… I settled on the song “Fuck It” by Eamon. There is also the even more entertaining response “Fuck It” by Frankee or something. So I looked up “Fuck It Dirty” because I don’t like listening to edited songs. I want the original! And then I realized… “Wow, that sounds really bad…”                                                            *deletes browsing history* ROFLMAO

How To Deal With Haters

First off, it is 4:30 in the morning and I still can not sleep. –__– *sigh*

Anyways, dealing with haters… you should appreciate that they hate you so much, they waste their own life for you!

But to stop them, here’s a couple things you can do:

  1. Say to them, “That’s right, slave. I command you to hate.” and they’ll stop at least temporarily lol. They don’t want to feel like someone else’s bitch.
  2. If they’re hatin gets hella irritating, start digging up some dirt. Might be immature or whatever, but in the long run they won’t bother you as much. Find out CURRENT embarassing or degrading things about them. Then talk to them about it in front of people like its normal.
  3. Whatever you do, don’t fight even if it’s in self defense. The “government” sucks and is not always on your side even when you’re following the law. If you think the government always protects you as long as you’re following the law, you’re lame and you need to go and get a reality check. Just avoid the fighting *sigh* unless you could arrange to actually do some MMA or box that person in a gym. In that case, beat them up, just not enough to send them to a hospital. Lol.

Now I’m hungry, so I’m gonna make something to eat. LOVE and PEACE~

“Can I Wear Jeans?”

I should have added on the Shortness post: https://marisol4you.wordpress.com/2010/10/09/why-shortness-sucks-but-i-like-it-list/ that its hard to find the right size jeans. –__–

Anyways – This is what happens when I find out I have to attend a formal event:

1- Weddings

Grandma: Sol we have to go to a wedding in 2 weeks.

Me: Ok… Can I wear jeans?

Grandma: No… you’re wearing a dress. *cry*

2- Umm…school shiz

Teacher: And you guys’ banquet is coming up! Make sure you buy it before it goes up to $100!

Me: *raises hand* Can I wear jeans?

Teacher: Well…. no. You have to wear -blah blah blah-

Me: Aww….. *whimper* I wasn’t going anyway! (Last graduation type thing, I DID wear jeans… and then I left right after lol)

3- Funerals

Grandma: We have a funeral to go to. And no you can’t wear  jeans.

Me: *wow, grandma is psychic* What about a skirt?

Grandma: No, you’re wearing a dress. *DIES*

–__– There shall be no compromise!

4- Job Apps

Me: I have to apply in person at this one place.

Other person: Make sure you dress appropriately.

Me: *think* Can I wear….. black jeans? LOL

5- Quinceañera (or other cultural events)

Person: Hey Marisol, want to come to my quinceanera?

Me: Umm… Can I wear jeans to it?

Person: *sigh* Well, you can but everyone else is gonna be dressed nicer.

Me: Ok so no jeans. –__– We’ll see.

6- When Asked About Jeans

Mom: So what kinds of jeans do you like?

Me: Umm… just jeans. Idc.

Mom: What size are you? Do you like colors? Skinny, regular?

Me: Size 0. Idc about colors. Anything. Lol. (Yay, I can wear jeans)

7- When going to regular places

Friend: Wana go to the movies on Saturday?

Me: YES! I CAN WEAR JEANS THERE!

8- Court

Probably grandma: We have to go to the Bailiff’s office at 10.

Me: The court appointed officer thing? Can I wear jeans?

Grandma: Uuhhh… I guess.

The End.

P.S. I am usually wearing shorts at home and on weekends and stuff. It gets hott. Like now! Oooo… song quote time. In Those Jeans – Ginuwine. Or Dem JeansChingy. Or that Apple Bottom Jeans song. Wow, there are a lot of jeans songs. Represent homie Gs. XD

WHY SHORTNESS SUCKS but I like it List!

Well, I think I like making lists. At least this one has a high chance of making people laugh. Being short/small sucks, but I still kinda like it. Most of the time. Oh! Almost forgot to add… I am 4’11 and 95 lbs………………….. and am not growing. >__<

  1. People can hold things above their head so I can’t get it, and my only option is to kick them in the sack.
  2. It’s OBVIOUS I can’t reach the top shelf… but I can’t reach the back of the bottom shelf either.
  3. There are more short jokes than tall jokes, thus it is mean to make fun of the Vertically Challenged.
  4. When I want to ride a rollercoaster or something, I get stopped even though I actually DO meet the height requirements.
  5. I haven’t grown in like 7 years. In other words, the ending of 4th grade. Sadness.
  6. I don’t waste time at concerts because all you normal or tall sized people will be blocking me. However, I did watch Janet Jackson perform through binoculars.
  7. When I sit on a regular sized chair or sometimes toilets, my feet don’t reach the ground. And when they do, it’s usually just my toes.
  8. Someone can totally pick me up and just kidnap me because not only do I FIT INSIDE OF BAGS!! But I also can’t really do anything.
  9. When I look straight ahead, I have no choice but to look at everyone’s chests. Sometimes stomachs.
  10. I ate all my vegetables (even spinach) and I still ended up small. I was lied to!
  11. People do an intense stare when I climb shelves. –__–
  12. If I were to play basketball again, I would constantly get blocked.

The world is made for people who are like 5’5 and up. I envy people’s height. I hope to make it to like 5’1… Lol.