This is the outcome of taking a break while staying up all night to write an essay.
Words: Skittles, energy, yuk by Ana
There was once a land were there lived midgets that came in different colors. There was Lavander, the purple colored maiden; Poison, the green colored jerk; Charming, the blue colored prince; and Johnny, who was often called Lady Gaga.
As you walked through the beef jerky trees you’d see the rainbow of midgets.
Lavander awoke with a start when she heard a chanting coming from the woods.
“Tiru, Tiru, Tiru!”
She took out her blackberry and texted Charming so he’d protect her as they ventured into the forest. She sat on a lemon drop rock and waited. And waited. Since Charming never came she decided to be brave and hopped on a cotton candy unicorn. As she went over the Monster flavored river and entered the woods she saw Charming and Johnny getting jiggy with it.
Gasp! “Yuk.”
She confronted them as Poison came out from behind a beef jerky tree wearing only whipped cream. She then ran, screaming hysterically until she ran into Bigfaggot, also known as Camiela Santiago.
Bigfaggot sucked the color of Midget Land and ran like a whore full of energy.
It was Lavander’s mission to restore the color but she couldn’t do it alone. Poison, Charming and Lady Gaga had to help. They found a riddle left by Bigfaggot that insisted that Johnny had to cut off her dick in order for the color to be restored. So Poison bit it off, put it in a box, wrapped it and sent it to BIgfaggot through UPS.
It then rained Skittles and they ate them which brought back the color to the land except for Charming who tried to catch them with his mouth and choked to a slow, painful death.
¡Qué putazo!
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Friday, November 26, 2010
Black Friday 1$ Panties Chaos
Complete chaos.
Here is a video of what went on at a Wal-Mart in Isabela, Puerto Rico when the panties were put at 1$ each.
Have you ever gone to a Black Friday sale? How was it?
I went this year but late at night, after the craziness was over. I got some clothes, DVDs and glasses.
Here is a video of what went on at a Wal-Mart in Isabela, Puerto Rico when the panties were put at 1$ each.
Have you ever gone to a Black Friday sale? How was it?
I went this year but late at night, after the craziness was over. I got some clothes, DVDs and glasses.
Sunday, October 10, 2010
It's October! Let's procrastinate!
It's October again.
I know this not because I looked at my calendar. Walking into Walgreens to satisfy my addiction to chocolate all I see is Halloween decorations and treats. It's October! It's Halloween! Most importantly, it's my birthday!!! In a couple of weeks I'll start my last year as a teenager, I'm turning 19.
After getting a grip and my chocolate and my cotton candy tub I check Facebook on my phone. Almost every status says something along the lines of: "Studying!", "Help me, God, with my three exams next week!" and so on and so forth. This only serves as a reminder: it's October and I have three exams this upcoming week.
I settle down in front of my computer and start studying for Calculus for Engineers. Not ten minutes into it I forget I haven't done my French homework. Seeing as French is easier and more interesting than Calculus I log into my Tell Me More account. I spend more than the fifteen minutes I needed to in there and come back to Calculus.
Hm...I haven't been on Twitter in the longest time. I check the timeline and lot of the tweets are NaNoWriMo related. It's October. I'm taking a 6 course load (19) credits this semester and yet I sign up for NaNoWriMo. What am I thinking?
I know this not because I looked at my calendar. Walking into Walgreens to satisfy my addiction to chocolate all I see is Halloween decorations and treats. It's October! It's Halloween! Most importantly, it's my birthday!!! In a couple of weeks I'll start my last year as a teenager, I'm turning 19.
After getting a grip and my chocolate and my cotton candy tub I check Facebook on my phone. Almost every status says something along the lines of: "Studying!", "Help me, God, with my three exams next week!" and so on and so forth. This only serves as a reminder: it's October and I have three exams this upcoming week.
I settle down in front of my computer and start studying for Calculus for Engineers. Not ten minutes into it I forget I haven't done my French homework. Seeing as French is easier and more interesting than Calculus I log into my Tell Me More account. I spend more than the fifteen minutes I needed to in there and come back to Calculus.
Hm...I haven't been on Twitter in the longest time. I check the timeline and lot of the tweets are NaNoWriMo related. It's October. I'm taking a 6 course load (19) credits this semester and yet I sign up for NaNoWriMo. What am I thinking?
Friday, August 27, 2010
Three Word Story: Violet, Foot and Butterfly
Leira C. Sanchez Quinones
August 26, 2010
Violet walked around her father's garden in an attempt to get away from her stepmother and half-siblings who were completely annoying. Only seven more weeks since could go back home.
She went around the house until she found herself standing on the driveway, staring at a bike. Clunking noises came from its other side. She walked closer to get a look when here foot caught on something sending her flying forward.
"Fuck!"
Now sitting on the cement driveway she saw she had tripped over a black toolbox. She held her foot trying to ease her pain and see how deep was the cut when she heard a young, male voice over her.
"Oh, I'm sorry," the guy said.
She looked up to see a tall, dark hottie standing over her.
He knelt down to look at her cut. "Is it bad?"
His eyes were green and he had a mole on the right side of his neck.
"Hello?" the guy said.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Violet said while trying not to blush. "What did you say?"
He smiled. "Your cut? Is it bad?"
Violet shook her head no.
"Either way, I'm going to run inside a second and get you a band-aid and something to clean it up with." He nodded his head towards her father's house.
"In-inside?"
"Yeah, I live here." He stood up and left. He wore skinny jeans which fitted him nice even though he didn't have a butt to fill it with.
As soon as he walked through the door Violet's mind started racing. He lived here?! How could he? She was sure the house he had just gone into was here father's. The same house where she'd been staying for the past week. Surely, she would've noticed a sixth person at the dinning table. Before she had a chance to look around and make sure there weren't two identical houses like her father's around, in case she had confused the homes, the guy was back.
He took her foot in his lap and, with a gauze, cleaned her cut.
"I'm Violet, by the way," she said, trying to ignore how weird she felt with her foot on s stranger's lap. On a hot stranger's hand.
"I'm Rodrigo," he said, rolling his r's and everything, "and I think your tattoo is rubbing off."
I waved him off. "It's okay."
"Why a butterfly?"
August 26, 2010
Violet walked around her father's garden in an attempt to get away from her stepmother and half-siblings who were completely annoying. Only seven more weeks since could go back home.
She went around the house until she found herself standing on the driveway, staring at a bike. Clunking noises came from its other side. She walked closer to get a look when here foot caught on something sending her flying forward.
"Fuck!"
Now sitting on the cement driveway she saw she had tripped over a black toolbox. She held her foot trying to ease her pain and see how deep was the cut when she heard a young, male voice over her.
"Oh, I'm sorry," the guy said.
She looked up to see a tall, dark hottie standing over her.
He knelt down to look at her cut. "Is it bad?"
His eyes were green and he had a mole on the right side of his neck.
"Hello?" the guy said.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Violet said while trying not to blush. "What did you say?"
He smiled. "Your cut? Is it bad?"
Violet shook her head no.
"Either way, I'm going to run inside a second and get you a band-aid and something to clean it up with." He nodded his head towards her father's house.
"In-inside?"
"Yeah, I live here." He stood up and left. He wore skinny jeans which fitted him nice even though he didn't have a butt to fill it with.
As soon as he walked through the door Violet's mind started racing. He lived here?! How could he? She was sure the house he had just gone into was here father's. The same house where she'd been staying for the past week. Surely, she would've noticed a sixth person at the dinning table. Before she had a chance to look around and make sure there weren't two identical houses like her father's around, in case she had confused the homes, the guy was back.
He took her foot in his lap and, with a gauze, cleaned her cut.
"I'm Violet, by the way," she said, trying to ignore how weird she felt with her foot on s stranger's lap. On a hot stranger's hand.
"I'm Rodrigo," he said, rolling his r's and everything, "and I think your tattoo is rubbing off."
I waved him off. "It's okay."
"Why a butterfly?"
Thursday, August 26, 2010
IPad love and my inner artist
Yesterday I got in the mail a long-awaited package. Upon recieving it the mailman told me that the package almost didn't make it because the sender (my aunt, who lived here for 20 years and visits regularly) forgot to write the neighborhood's name on the address. She only wrote the street and house numbers. Thank God for small towns and good people!
Ever since I opened the box I've been in curled up in my room, nosing through every one of my iPad's corners. Currently, I'm writing this blogpost on a very useful app I downloaded for free, PaperDesk. It lets you keep notebooks by subject. You can use them for whatever you wany, very useful for college students like myself. As with any notebook, you can doodle and by free-hand too. If you have a stylus then that is made easier since we are used to wrtiting with a pen or pencil and not with our finger. It has paper selection, ruled, yellow-ruled, white....it let's you record voice notes as well.
I also started playing with Adobe's free sketching app, Ideas. I discovered my inner artist. Here's an example:
I'll cut this short and get back to you soon (I hope) because tomorrow is my first rehearsal with my university's drama crew, TeatRUM. I auditioned a couple of weeks ago and made it! ¡Hasta la próxima!
Ever since I opened the box I've been in curled up in my room, nosing through every one of my iPad's corners. Currently, I'm writing this blogpost on a very useful app I downloaded for free, PaperDesk. It lets you keep notebooks by subject. You can use them for whatever you wany, very useful for college students like myself. As with any notebook, you can doodle and by free-hand too. If you have a stylus then that is made easier since we are used to wrtiting with a pen or pencil and not with our finger. It has paper selection, ruled, yellow-ruled, white....it let's you record voice notes as well.
I also started playing with Adobe's free sketching app, Ideas. I discovered my inner artist. Here's an example:
I'll cut this short and get back to you soon (I hope) because tomorrow is my first rehearsal with my university's drama crew, TeatRUM. I auditioned a couple of weeks ago and made it! ¡Hasta la próxima!
Friday, May 28, 2010
Five-Fingered Wave Cover
My fellow inkpopper, cipherqueen, kindly made this cover for my novel. Visit her blog at
http://cipherqueen.blogspot.com
http://cipherqueen.blogspot.com
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Three Word Story; Saving Princess Snoralot
This is the second installment in the unicorn series of three words. The first one hasn't been published. This is an example of what a three word story COULD be.
Pudding by Tessa; Puddle by Yashira and Crap by Cheerios
Tessa, the goddess of hay, and Yashira, the goddess of oil, teamed up to save Princess Snoralot from evil Dr. Cheerios, a doctor of cerealtic needs.
“Grab that unicorn,” Tessa yelled at Yashira just in time for her to turn around, see the brown unicorn approaching and tie a lasso around its neck. Tessa straddled the unicorn and took control of it.
“Wait a minute,” Yashira said, “unicorns aren’t supposed to be brown.”
“Blech,” Tessa said. She lifted her hands which were covered with something brown. “It smells like pudding, chocolate pudding.”
“But unicorns are made of cotton-candy.”
“Does it really matter what I’m made of?” asked the husky voice of the unicorn. “I’m here to take you to save Princess Snoralot.”
Tessa and Yashira locked eyes. Should they trust?
“Pull my tail,” the unicorn told Yashira.
“Is that the unicorn version of pull my finger?” she asked.
He glared so she pulled. He farted a green, foul smelling gas. The goddesses almost suffocated while the unicorn laughed.
“It never gets old,” the unicorn said between chuckles.
Yashira stood in front of him glaring.
“Okay, okay,” he said and opened his mouth revealing a note inscribed on his tongue with Princess Snoralot’s handwriting.
Go through the pee. Snafu will take you there.
PS. There’s nothing else, those are my initials.
Yashira climbed behind Tessa and the three arrived at a clearing half an hour later.
“There it is,” said Snafu and nodded his head to a puddle in front.
“Is that really pee?” Tessa said.
“It’s yellow and it smells like pee,” Yashira said.
“If that is pee then I’m made of crap,” said Snafu.
The goddesses looked at each other. “Beer.”
TO BE CONTINUED….
Pudding by Tessa; Puddle by Yashira and Crap by Cheerios
Tessa, the goddess of hay, and Yashira, the goddess of oil, teamed up to save Princess Snoralot from evil Dr. Cheerios, a doctor of cerealtic needs.
“Grab that unicorn,” Tessa yelled at Yashira just in time for her to turn around, see the brown unicorn approaching and tie a lasso around its neck. Tessa straddled the unicorn and took control of it.
“Wait a minute,” Yashira said, “unicorns aren’t supposed to be brown.”
“Blech,” Tessa said. She lifted her hands which were covered with something brown. “It smells like pudding, chocolate pudding.”
“But unicorns are made of cotton-candy.”
“Does it really matter what I’m made of?” asked the husky voice of the unicorn. “I’m here to take you to save Princess Snoralot.”
Tessa and Yashira locked eyes. Should they trust?
“Pull my tail,” the unicorn told Yashira.
“Is that the unicorn version of pull my finger?” she asked.
He glared so she pulled. He farted a green, foul smelling gas. The goddesses almost suffocated while the unicorn laughed.
“It never gets old,” the unicorn said between chuckles.
Yashira stood in front of him glaring.
“Okay, okay,” he said and opened his mouth revealing a note inscribed on his tongue with Princess Snoralot’s handwriting.
Go through the pee. Snafu will take you there.
PS. There’s nothing else, those are my initials.
Yashira climbed behind Tessa and the three arrived at a clearing half an hour later.
“There it is,” said Snafu and nodded his head to a puddle in front.
“Is that really pee?” Tessa said.
“It’s yellow and it smells like pee,” Yashira said.
“If that is pee then I’m made of crap,” said Snafu.
The goddesses looked at each other. “Beer.”
TO BE CONTINUED….
