My Friend Mike

Mike Fogolin
May 26, 2004

I had just remembered last friday was Mike's 2 years in heaven. I miss him so much. I went to school with him in Canada. If the name Fogolin sounds familiar, and you follow hockey, it because his father was Lee Fogolin, former captian of the Edmonton Oilers. He was one of the greatest guys I'll ever know. Always had a smile on his face, and always took time out for his friends no matter how busy he was. And I'll always regret never telling him how much I valued his friendship. He was one of those guys that had it all going for him, and was still humble and thankful for everything he had. He had such a bright future. NHL was surely in his path. But, regretfully his heart stopped beating. Just suddenly his life was taken away in his sleep that Wednesday night. I miss you Mike. Thank you for blessing my life.

Procrastination At It's Best

1. Name: Jenny2. Nicknames: jennay, shaniqua b latoya, jennytookapoopoo, prettygirl(i'm not conceided that's what los calls me :D) , canadian pinay, 3. Feet size: 7- 7 1/s4. Do you have a crush: yes.5. Girlfriend/Boyfriend? yes6. Age you act: depends on who i'm around.7. Where Do You Live: Clovisizzle8. Where you want to live: anywhere i'm happy9. Birthplace: Brooklyn, NY10. Favorite Salad Dressing: that stuff in chinese chicken salsa11. Ever gone skinny dipping? no.12. What are you watching? nothing. just finished watching grey's ...so sad.13. Last person you talked to? the parentals14. Favorite movie: life is beautiful (yes it's in italian!)15. Favorite Book: Angels & Demons- Dan Brown16. Favorite Type of music: jazz. not that shitty smooth jazz. i'm talkin real inovative, creative jazz bitch.17. Favorite types of cars: mercedes clk compressor automoatic in midnight black. haha nooooo jp. it would have to be the Suzuki Ninja yellow and black. 18. Favorite Saying: ARE WE FIGHTING? ARE WE DOING THIS RIGHT NOW!! WE NEVER HOLD HANDS!!!! YOU NEVER BRING ME FLOWERS ANYMORE!!19. Favorite Fast Food: in n out20. Favorite Ice Cream: none. i like gelato :D straciatella!!21. Favorite Alcoholic Drink: jager bombs, and wine, and absinthe lol22. When Do You Go To Sleep: whenever i pass out from doing hw or studying23. Most Embarrassing Moment: ...no comment..24. Stupidest Person you know: Ed. haha no jp. probably....ed. haha jk.25. Funniest Person you know: the table26. Favorite holiday: Christmas27. Favorite Food: sushi28. Favorite Song: There are too many...right now i'm obsessed with Michael Buble's You Don't Know Me.29. Favorite Television Show: GREYS ANATOMY... DUH!!30. Favorite Radio Station: radio pshh. maybe b95 cause you know how krunk i am...31. Favorite junk food: tutles32. Favorite sappy love song: Only Hope...mandy moore. shut up. don't judge you know you like it too.33. Favorite Drink: didn't we go over this already? haha jp. Hmm...Italian Sodas from the PUBizzle34. Favorite article of clothing: cozy long sleeve tshirtsSECTION TWO:The Future1. School: Penn State Dickenson School Of Law, or UCDavis Law School2. Where You Want To Live: anywhere i am happy with my los3. How Many Kids You Want: muchos bebes. 4 maybe 54. What Kind Of Job You Want: Jennifer Carlos Attorney at Law, and peace corps advocate.5. 5 years from now? Either in Peace Corps of Law School6. 10 years from now?: Married. Pregnant? who knows. or PracticingSECTION THREE: Have You Ever..1. Done Drugs: No2. Run Away From Home: Ha tried when i was 5 ...packed a shirt and a juice box in my beauty and the beast purple lunch box but wan't strong enought to unlock the door...yeah i was special3. Hit A Girl: Yes.4. Lied: No. ;)5. Stolen: Probably somebody's turtle.6. Broken A Bone: Nope.7. Cheated On A Test: Yes.8. Cheated On A girlfriend/boyfriend: Technically yes.9. Gotten Drunk: Noooooo i don't get drunk. I hold my alchohol very well....10. Been With Two guys/girls At Once: Oh yes everyday....AT THE TABLE! my euge and justina11. Been In The Hospital: Yes. to many times. haha12. Let a friend cry on your shoulder: Yes.13. Fell asleep in the shower/bath: Yes.14. Gone to Church: Yes.15. Never slept during a night: USC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and finals week16. Ever been on a motorcycle: Yes!!17. Been to a camp: La Sierra Band Camp baby!!!18. Sat in a restaurant w/o ordering: probably19. Seen someone die: No.20. Gone a week w/out shaving: haha. ew but yes.21. Didn't wash your hair for a week: No. 22. Broken something valuable: Yes. my phone.23. Thought you were in love: Yes, and I was right.24. Streaked the streets: hm how about no25. Screamed at someone for no reason: YES!!!!!26. Said I love you and meant it: Yes27. Been hurt by a guy/girl you loved(deeply cared bout): Yes.28. Stayed up till 4 am on the phone: haha yes.29. Pulled a prank? Yes30. Made fun of someone? no lol are you retarded or something?SECTION FOUR:Which Is Better..1. Coke Or Pepsi: can't tell the difference.2. Cats Or Dogs: puppies3. DVDs or VHS: dvd4. Deaf Or Blind: this is a terrible question. neither5. Pools Or Hot Tubs: ocean6. Television Or Radio: greys7. CDs Or MP3's: my lil geeky red mp38. Apples or oranges: mangos9. Strawberries or Blueberries: kiwies10. Gold or silver: diamonds11. Vanilla or chocolate: both12. Movies or music: music13. Park or Beach?: Beach14. Hot or Cold weather? Cold15. Sunset or Sunrise? SunsetSECTION FIVE:When is the Last Time You..1. Took a shower: and hour ago2. Cried: 2 hours ago. GREy'S ANATOMY OMG DENNY!!!NOOO!!3. Watched a Disney movie: it's been a while4. Given/gotten a hug: today5. Been to the movies: take the lead. a few weeks ago6. had a boy/girlfriend: still have my boy7. kissed someone: too long ago...8. Said I love you: today9. danced: salsa? 2 weeks ago. danced like being retarded danced? all the time.10. did a survey like this: uhm. long ago in the xanga days.SECTION SIX:What is..1. Your Fondest Memory Of This year: can't narrow. if i had to choose. my 2 year anniversary with los.2. Your Most Prized Possession: cell phone.3. The Thing That Makes You The Happiest: los4. Your Favorite Food For Breakfast: eggs benedict5. Your Favorite Food For Dinner: filipino food!!6. Your Favorite Slow Song: When You Say You Love Me...Josh Groban.7. Your Ideal BF/GF?: Carlos. he's not ideal. He's PERFECT!SECTION SEVEN:What do i feel about...1. Bill Clinton: hero. and pimp.2. Love at First site: No. that is called infactuation my friend. or people watching...or hmm eye raping...3. Abortion: Neutral4. Smoking: I'm asthmatic you think i'm retarded also?5. Death: OMG DENNY NO!!!!6. Rap: i'm always krunk son7. Marilyn Manson: ruined tainted love that bitch.8. Premarital sex: not for me but i won't anyone who has.9. Suicide: a damn shameINFORMATION1. full birth name: not for you creepy stalkers to know yeah i'm talking to you muddafuggas!!2. hair color: black3. eye color: brown4. current height: beats me5. glasses/contacts: neither6. birthdate: not for you creepy stalkers to know7. ethnicity: FILIPINO!!!!!8. religion: undecided.9. current age: 8910. siblings:uno11. siblings age: 2112. location: of what. SOCIAL1. best girl friend: the table girls2. current crush: carlos3. boyfriend/girlfriend:carlos4. are u center of attention or wallflower: neither.5. what type automobile do u drive: ha funny story...6. are u timely or always late: usually late.7. do u have a job: No8. do u like being around people: no i'm anti social9. hobbies: i don't really have hobbies they're more like obsessive passions... like salsa and working out and skiingLOVE1. have u ever loved someone u had no chance with? No2. have u ever cried over something someone of the opposite sex did? yes3. do u have a "type" of person u always go after: no4. want someone u don't have right now? no5. ever liked a close guy/girlfriend? haha yes..6. are u lonely right now? i miss los7. ever afraid u'll never get married? no8. do u want to get married? yes9. do u want kids? yes muchos bebes10. would you rather love or be loved? bothFAVORITES1. room in house: none. i like the backyard2. type of music: anything3. location for dates: picnic in woodward...or brauns ice crea ;)4. memory: being asked to prom5. day of the week: friday salsa night! well not sunday salsa night and tuesday salsa nights..any salsa night really.6. color: yellow and red7. perfume or cologne: Lacoste Femme8. flower: yellow roses. 9. month: February10.season: winter11. Band: U2 In the last 48 hours have you..1. cried: yes2. bought something: spicy chicken burrito3. gotten sick: no4. sang: haha yes5. said i love u: Yes6. wanted to tell someone u loved them but didn't: no7. met someone new: yes today that girl at the round table and henry in chem8. moved on?: huh retarded9. talked to someone: yes10. had a serious talk: Yes11. missed someone: all the time12. hugged someone: Yes13. kissed someone: No14. fought with your parents: no15. dreamed about someone u can't be with: No16. had a lot of sleep: no17. wanted this survey to be over: eh ok

Peace Corps

I've always planned on going to law school right after college. But I think the tides are changing and I'm thinking of putting it off and volunteering for the Peace Corps.I could go to the Philippines and serve in their educacation, or environmental conservation or buisness development programs. Plus, I'd have a bunch of family living there.Or I could go to Swaziland or South Africa to fight the AIDS epidemic..who knows...Somethings just missing from life..and i can't pin point it right now. But this is something I definitely want to do.

On Immigration and Ignorance

A warning to those who don't like to discuss politics or can't handle responding to other people views in an intellectual way. I will just delete any comment that is offensive to either side.Now hopefully by now you know about the controversial issue on immigration, and have some sense on why it is an important issue to discuss. I've been reading some of these bullitens on myspace from people, who for their lack of understanding on the issue, and in their sheer juvenille state have decided to post bullitens saying "wear black, protest the boycott" , or "where white, support immigrants". Now I have absolutely no problem with people voicing their opinion, if they can back their claims up. That is what gets me pissed off really, it's these people who think they know what the hell they're talking about when they can't even give you a reason as to why they think and say "President Bush is right". And when I ask them I get the "uhh...dehhh..uhh... cause he's our President." Mother fucking bullshit!! Learn to backup your claims, do your research, or just shut up when you're talking to somebody who is actually passionate about the issue at hand! And it's not only when people complain about immigration but about any other subject.Another thing. I absolutely, completely, 100% hate it when people say "it doesn't concern me." YES IT DOES!!! Even if you are an American citizen, Immigration affects YOU! Yes YOU! To say that is just utter ignorance. When there are 12 million illegal immigrants residing in the U.S. , and the economic basis of our nation relying on immigrants it affects YOU!I am personally split on this issue. Why? Because our Immigration policy has gotten so out of hand due to our government's polarization and paralysis on the issue. And in response to that bulliten that said "America has a great citizenship program," why don't you read the bylaws, and regulations on being naturalized before you make that claim. Just a thought. AND it isn't even the citizenship progam it's the immigration program that you should be adressing!!!! Nobody did anything until it became a national calamity. If you would like to know more message me. Feel free to share your views.

Salsa Night Vintage Days 06

Last night was incredible. Had such a blast. Came early to help set up. Ended up really beautiful kinda like a midnight tropical rendevous. The band was sizzling, and there were some awesome guest dj's spinning too. The preformances were hott! The tango, the cha cha cha, and of course salsa. Helped out with the H20 a little, then it was time to hit the dance floor! The night was mucho caliente. Can't really describe how much fun it was!Got to dance with my favorite rico, and my old buds. Love to my euge, and patrick, and all those who came. Euge is so fly. spread that eagle. Hot music, Hott people. What could be better? So I leave you with some pictures.My guys..fsu salseros actin curazy backstage before the preformance..They like to pretend they're models..uhm...no...lol...but they're all STUDS!!!!haha bryan's face. what is kevin doin?haha pop the collar.suavemente...
damn.wish i could do this..
bravissimothat's all for now, my feet hurt like mad.

And Ode To The Nice Girls- Reprise

guess i need to vent.It's interesting really, how people change. I've realized that this year. So much has changed for the better and for the worse. Unfortunately a lot has changed for the worse that I don't know where I went wrong. On one end I've gotten so much closer to two of my friends,and have also gained so many new friends that I don't how I ever lived without. But, on the other end, certain people that I thought I really knew just change. They change in the way the act, the way the treat others, everything that I grew to love about them just changed. But then again, did I really know them? I mean, did I really know who they really were? Or was everything just an act, a mask, a lie? Was I fooled, or did I just fail to see past the good times, and laughs that we always shared? Whatever happened, I realize that people change. And no matter how much it may hurt, or how much you may hate it, the fact is life goes on, with or without them, you just move on. I guess that's just a part of life. People move away, you promise to always be there for each other, to never change who we are, but somehow we always seem too. It's just human nature, we can't ever promise to never change. We can promise however, to never change our morals. And therin lies the irony. It's a damn shame. Because what are we supposed to do? Say "fuck it" and eat some more ice cream. Tomorrow's a new day. One more day you know that you lived not hidden behind lies. If that's the case, more power to you, some people may never be at peace with themeselves.

An Ode To The Nice Girls

This is my tribute to the nice girls. To the nice girls who are overlooked, who become friends and nothing more, who spend hours fixating upon their looks and their personalities and their actions because it must be they that are doing something wrong. This is for the girls who don't give it up on the first date, who don't want to play mind games, who provide a comforting hug and a supportive audience for a story they've heard a thousand times. This is for the girls who understand that they aren't perfect and that the guys they're interested in aren't either, for the girls who flirt and laugh and worry and obsess over the slightest glance, whisper, touch, because somehow they are able to keep alive that hope that maybe... maybe this time he'll have understood. This is homage to the girls who laugh loud and often, who are comfortable in skirts and sweats and combat boots, who care more than they should for guys who don't deserve their attention. This is for those girls who have been in the trenches, who have watched other girls time and time again fake up and make up and fuck up the guys in their lives without saying a word. This is for the girls who have been there from the beginning and have heard the rite words of advice, from "there are plenty of fish in the sea," to "time heals all wounds." This is to honor those girls who know that guys are just as scared, as they are, who know that they deserve better, who are seeking to find it.This is for the girls who have never been in love, but know that it's an experience that they don't want to miss out on. For the girls who have sought a night with friends and been greeted by a night of catcalling, rude comments and explicit invitations that they'd rather not have experienced. This is for the girls who have spent their weekends sitting on the sidelines of a beer pong tournament or a case race, or playing Florence Nightingale for a vomiting guy friend or a comatose crush, who have received a drunk phone call just before dawn from someone who doesn't care enough to invite them over but is still willing to pass out in their bed. This is for the girls who have left sad song lyrics in their away messages, who have tried to make someone understand through a subliminally appealing profile, who have time and time again dropped their male friend hint after hint after hint only to watch him chase after the first blonde girl in a skirt. This is for the girls who have been told that they're too good or too smart or too pretty, who have been given compliments as a way of breaking off a relationship, who have ever been told they are only wanted as a friend.This one's for the girls who you can take home to mom, but won't because it's easier to sleep with a whore than foster a relationship; this is for the girls who have been led on by words and kisses and touches, all of which were either only true for the moment, or never real to begin with. This is for the girls who have allowed a guy into their head and heart and bed, only to discover that he's just not ready, he's just not over her, he's just not looking to be tied down; this is for the girls who believe the excuses because it's easier to believe that it's not that they don't want you, it's that they don't want anyone. This is for the girls who have had their hearts broken and their hopes dashed by someone too cavalier to have cared in the first place; this is for the nights spent dissecting every word and syllable and inflection in his speech, for the nights when you've returned home alone, for the nights when you've seen from across the room him leaning a little too close, or standing a little too near, or talking a little too softly for the girl he's with to be a random hookup. This is for the girls who have endured party after party in his presence, finally having realized that it wasn't that he didn't want a relationship: it was that he didn't want you. I honor you for the night his dog died or his grandmother died or his little brother crashed his car and you held him, thinking that if you only comforted him just right, or said the right words, or rubbed his back in the right way then perhaps he'd realize what it was that he already had. This is for the night you realized that it would never happen, and the sunrise you saw the next morning after failing to sleep.This is for the "I really like you, so let's still be friends" comment after you read more into a situation than he ever intended; this is for never realizing that when you choose friends, you seldom choose those which make you cry yourself to sleep. This is for the hugs you've received from your female friends, for the nights they've reassured you that you are beautiful and intelligent and amazing and loyal and truly worthy of a great guy; this is for the despair you all felt as you sat in the aftermath of your tears, knowing that that night the only companionship you'd have was with a pillow and your teddy bear. This is for the girls who have been used and abused, who have endured what he was giving because at least he was giving something; this is for the stupidity of the nights we've believed that something was better than nothing, though his something was nothing we'd have ever wanted. This is for the girls who have been satisfied with too little and who have learned never to expect anything more: for the girls who don't think that they deserve more, because they've been conditioned for so long to accept the scraps thrown to them by guys.This is what I don't understand. Men sit and question and whine that girls are only attracted to the mean guys, the guys who berate them and belittle them and don't appreciate them and don't want them; who use them for sex and think of little else than where their next conquest will be made. Men complain that they never meet nice girls, girls who are genuinely interested and compelling, who are intelligent and sweet and smart and beautiful; men despair that no good women want to share in their lives, that girls play mind games, that girls love to keep them hanging. Yet, men, I ask you: were you to meet one of these genuinely interested, thrillingly compelling, interesting and intelligent and sweet and beautiful and smart girls, were you to give her your number and wait for her to call... and if you were to receive a call from her the next day and she, in her truthful, loyal, intelligent and straightforward nice girl fashion, were to tell you that she finds you intriguing and attractive and interesting and worth her time and perhaps material from which she could fashion a boyfriend, would you or would you not immediately call your friends to tell them of the "stalker chick" you'd met the night prior, who called you and wore her heart on her sleeve and told the truth? And would you, or would you not, refuse to make plans with her, speak with her, see her again, and once again return to the bar or club or party scene and search once more for this "nice girl" who you just cannot seem to find? Because therein lies the truth, guys: we nice girls are everywhere. But you're not looking for a nice girl. You're not looking for someone genuinely interested in your intramural basketball game, or your anatomy midterm grade, or that argument you keep having with your father; you're looking for a quick fix, a night when you can pretend to have a connection with another human being which is just as disposable as the condom you were using during it.So don't say you're on the lookout for nice girls, guys, when you pass us up on every step you take. Sometimes we go undercover; sometimes we go in disguise: sometimes when that girl in the low cut shirt or the too tight miniskirt won't answer your catcalls, sometimes you're looking at a nice girl in whore's clothing - - we might say we like the attention, we might blush and giggle and turn back to our friends, but we're all thinking the same thing: "This isn't me. Tomorrow morning, I'll be wearing a tee shirt and flannel shorts, I'll have slept alone and I'll be making my hung over best friend breakfast. See through the disguise. See me." You never do. Why? Because you only see the exterior, you only see the slutty girl who welcomes those advances. You don't want the nice girl So don't say you're looking for a relationship: relationships take time and energy and intent, three things we're willing to extend - - but in return, we're looking for compassion and loyalty and trust, three things you never seem willing to express. Maybe nice guys finish last, but in the race they're running they're chasing after the whores and the sluts and the easy-targets... the nice girls are waiting at the finish line with water and towels and a congratulatory hug (and yes, if she's a nice girl and she likes you, the sweatiness probably won't matter), hoping against hope that maybe you'll realize that they're the ones that you want at the end of that silly race.So maybe it won't last forever. Maybe some of those guys in that race will turn in their running shoes and make their way to the concession stand where we're waiting; however, until that happens, we still have each other, that silly race to watch, and all the chocolate we can eat (because what's a concession stand at a race without some chocolate?)