PLEASE, THANKYOU

so.. this is new? i never found myself as the blogging type, actually i did attempt once w. tumblr and i still never understood why i never came back to that account. First and last post was a picture of me rollin a blunt, i know.. anyways im gona try not to bore my brains out with this and for those who will/do read my shit please excuse my fob ass grammer and i do tend to cuss a lot, fuckity fucking fuck :) my idea for makin this was from charles truong (yes brutha i read your blogs, you're actually pretty funny.. duude GET LAID) hehe. Charles is my boyfriends brother, and oh oh yeah! he is single ladies, come holla. for those who are wondering who is ReginaDayrit's boyfriend his name is JohnTruong (yeah i know right?) its funny how i come across people and hella pretend not to know hes my boy. "oh so who do you go out with now?" or or "yeah ive heared of jt... so and so's ex..football player" kiss my ass. as much as he claims he's not popular, deep down he knows he got it like that. and every other girl wants to suck his.... nose =) be nice reginerr.. anyways! a little 411 about the princess herself. first and foremost i miss san francisco. i grew up in the mission district, took muni bus almost everyday, and loved seeing all the black people on alemany and geneva haha. i lived on silver and mission, and ide pay big money just to rewind my life and endure all the memories. I went to james denman middleschool ( idk why im telling you) but thats right behind balboa high, but no i did not go bal instead i went to another ghetto jail lookin school named philip o sala burton. attended freshmen year there, and boy let me tell you aint nothin compared to these dalycity schools. flashback to where i used to break down weed in class where the teachers was so used to the smell they barely even noticed, ahah and where everybody would smoke stogs at lunch, and there would be a fight in the hallways almost everyday. honestly, it was exciting but i admit i was scared on getting my ass beat to any of the racket ass black girls. haha. there i met my 2 alliance janelle leon and jennifer abecilla. my girls forever, yup i said it FOEVUHHH. just when i thought my life was settled and enjoying highschool, heared the breakin news that we were moving into another house. and what sucked the most it was in fucking PACIFICA. at the moment in time i was like wtf is a pacifica? my address is still in dalycity but the beach is literally down the street, i mean.. i guess.. then knowing it was such a further place from school i realized i had to transfer schools as well. my mom said westmoor, and again i was like wtf is a westmoor?! haha nah i lied, i knew all these dc schools but fuuuuuck i didnt really want to go to any of them. i remembered i even tried bargaining with my parents to let me stay at burton haha to think of it taking 4 buses to school everyday wouldnt have been that bad :) siiiiike. overall i survived my first year at westmoor as a sophmore, met new friends, met new bitches, met new everything. and now im patiently awaiting for senior year then asta lavista mothafucka UCSF HERE I COME! nah.. i wish hahaha next best thing CSM with my ugly ass boyfriend =P dalycity is not that bad. its foggy most of the time/ all the girls dress the same/ everybody knows of eachother/ and almost forgot seramonte. yeah you're right IT SUCKS. so enough of my transformation to citygirl to dc girl, ha whatever f you.

today i woke up to the sun. im always happy waking up and knowing it'll be a beautiful day, however what sucks the most, a few hours later or the very next day the beauty vanishes like COMPLETELY.. its like having sex but never getting to jizz (LMAO). quite the teaser, i tell you dalycity weather is unpredictable yahoo.com/weather is a big fat liar. john picked me up, took a shower (cus ever since i met him i barely take showers at my house anymore), watched a little tv, did a little tv (spare you the juicy details) ;), got ready and drove to csm so he can return his track uniform and see his grades. just as we parked in a handicap fuckin parking with a handicap fucking 07 sign he totally forgot his uniform -_- he was pissed, but i laughed in his face. toughlove baby toughlovvvve. after a long debate on what we were hungry for we ended up eating panda express at hillsdale mall haha. hey i wasnt complainin, you can never go wrong with orange chicken. before we ate, we dropped by where his mom works at and hella pulled a quick driveby and he yelled "HI MOM" thru my fuckin window. what was even funnier he turned around and drove by again and said "HEY MOMM I LOOOVE YOU" and she wasnt even looking haha better luck next time my sweet thang. after lunch we drove back home so he can apply online to bestbuy while i watched half baked. funny movie, too bad i wasnt high. that shit wouldve been hilarious. scratch that, everything is funny when high, even the thought of being high is funny. god, being sober for almost a week is fuckin crucial. nah, i lied. its good that i havent smoked all week it cut down half the amount on my food supply. like i said on my twitter my gut is the ultimate proof now, smoking got me fat offffttttoooppp. its fine tho, john likes a little gusha fo the pusha. hahaha so after the soap opera scene between me and this fucker. all is well at the end and forgive and forget. as much as i hate being mad, knowing that the person was sorry makes it all worth the while as the end result. i cant tolerate the idea of lying, just keep it real all i ask. so in conclusion my day was good, a little huss and fuss here and there but hey all the sex made up for it. fiiiirssst bloooogggg fuuccck yaaaaa maaan! gimme fiivee!