birthday time!

Guess what guys?! It's time for Birthday pictures!!



What? Wasn't your birthday like forever ago? And you're posting them now??

Well my friends, that's what three tests in one week, losing your camera and girlie problems does to you.

But have no fear, I am here.
(I'm a wicked poet.)
(And yes, I did know it.)
(Muahahahah.)

Well, to start things off I'm just going to say that my b-day was fantabulastic. Even though turning 21 means you're officially ancient, I'd recommend it to anyone. Especially if it falls on a Saturday, because then you get to party all day long.

So here are the hiz-naps of what went down on Feb. 7th, 2009.

In the morning I went to breakfast at IHOP with my awesome pledge bro Lynnette. (btw, we call everyone in the fraternity brothers. sexist, I know, but you get used to it)





It was SOO good! I haven't been there in like, ever, because I hate pancakes, but she recommended the stuffed french toast combo and it's DELISH. Get it. Seriously.



The reason we're all dressed up is because right after breakfast we had to go to the pledging ceremony for our fraternity. (it's what all of the newbies have to do). We're both on the pledge committee, so we had to be there early.

Even though the little ceremony got in the way with my partying plans, it was still pretty fun! Kinda. I even got an awesome card signed by all of my frat bros! They were super sneaky about having everyone sign it, & I had no clue even though someone mentioned a card was going around being signed. I didn't make the connection because my super spy skillz don't work on my birthday.

Afterwards I went to go hang out with my bff Virginia!



We've been friends since 7th grade, and she's awesome. And she's getting married soon!! I can't wait :).
We went shopping at Dana Park, also known as my favorite place in Mesa.

While we were there we went to Anthropologie, and Virginia got me this A-mazing monogrammed mug!! I've been wanting one for a long time, and now I have one! I love it.



After going shopping with her, I went by myself and did something bad. Something sneaky. Something you're only allowed to do when you're 21.

I bought a scratcher ticket.

I know! I'm so evil! But I won 40 bucks, so it was pretty much the highlight of my day. Except just now I went to cash it in and found out that I won ONE HUNDRED BUCKS. So ya. I think the lesson is pretty much just don't drink on your 21st birthday and you'll win $100.

Oh ya, the gas station gods also gave me a present by allowing me to fill up at exactly 21 dollars. Amazing!



Anyway, after I did the evil deed I met up with my friends Adrian, Nicole & her boyfriend to go PARTY at Speedway! (yaaaa.)

So we got there, took some fun pictures, got pumped to race.



And then found out that it was being rented out by a private party.
No charm, gangsta skillz, or bribing would make them let us in. Even though it was my birthday. Ugh. I was so offended. (not really). But I was disappointed, so we decided to go hit up the town.


(crown courtesy of Adrian. If you want to get lots of special treatment and have everyone know it's your birthday, wear a crown.)

My drink of choice that night was Amp.



I know. I'm hardcore.





We had a fun time and went lots of random places.



I even got a free delicious ice cream sandwich on accident! There's a place called cookiez (it has a gangsta name, so automatically I was drawn in), and if you go there on your birthday you get one free. I think I was in birthday heaven when I bit into that wonderful goodness. I want one now.



Later that night Adrian had a bag of clothes that she was giving me, so we went to Nicole's place to try them on. I guess Nicole's boyfriend was feeling left out, so he participated too.



So, after a long day/night of partying hard, midnight came and it was no longer my birthday.
And that is how I turned 21.

Time for PRESENT pictures!

Pretty much all I asked my family for was Zachary Levi and a million dollars. And guess what? I got them both.


(cake courtesy of Cassie J.)



This is a special edition of Chuck. See? It was hand signed by Zachary Levi himself. You can see that he confessed his love to me. Of course Yvonne Strahovski was jealous, but she'll soon accept the fact that he's mine.

Also, while I was busy with the festivities, my super sweet sister Kim drove ALL the way over from Peoria and made me this awesome cake:


(I now realize that this picture does it no justice, but it looked BEATIFUL. It had pink sprinkles & everything.)

It was my fave. Funfetti cake with delicious white frosting. My mom helped frost it too :)
I'm so glad she got to hang out with me on Sunday! Thanks for coming, Kim!

I also got this wonderful little contraption from my madre:



She was so nice that she even let me have it at Christmas time! That's more than a whole month of extra enjoyment. I seriously love this thing. It makes school soo much less boring. Thanks madre!

From my amazing sister Melanie (who lives all the way in Ecuador!) I got these two awesome & helpful books:



I love them! The cupcake book is the cutest thing I've ever seen & has so many creative ideas!! I'm gonna be busy making tons of cakes for awhile!
Thank you Melanie!!!

From my sister Kim, I'm getting a ticket to go here:



I'm so excited!! I've always wanted to go. And now that I'm 21 I'll be able to get the good seats!
Thanks Kim!!

From my sis. Cassie, I got a gift card to the coolest store ever, here:



Thanks Cass!! Love it!

From my Dad, I got a gift card to the most fitting store ever, here:



He even went and got it himself! It's kind of a scary thought imagining him in there, but somehow he managed to do it! It made the gift even more special. I LOVE it. & I'm in serious need of some new clothes.
Thanks Dad!!

My family & friends are way too awesome. Surrriously.

Thanks to everyone that made Amy day AMAZING!

Rochelle: your surprise is next!!!

news update.

Birthday update to come soon..

In process of finding my camera...

In other news: Rochelle won my contest.
{CONGRATS!!}
I have been told by many of you that you were going to post something funny (so I forgive you), but since she is the only one that did she wins. Click here for the winning link. Stay tuned for her special surprise soon.
You will be jealous.

today.

Let's play a little game.

It's called, "Give Amy some funny love". Here's the deal: In a comment, post a link to something you think is pee-your-pants-hilarious. A joke, a picture, a video, whatever you want. Just make sure it's funny, because it's my birthday & I want to laugh! I will decide which is the funniest and give that person a very special surprise :). Let's see if we can get 21 funny things!

Ready...Set............GO!

fo' shizzle my nizzle.

I consider myself a pretty hardcore gangster. I mean, gangsta.

I know what you're thinking.

"Amy? Gangsta? Please."

Well, let me give you 9 reasons why I'm more gangsta than you. (because gangsta's don't need even numbered lists).

1. I'm wearing gangsta glasses in my profile picture. Blue ones. Blue is like, 90% more gangsta than pink ones, which I totally could've been wearing. Are YOU wearing gangsta glasses in your profile picture? I think not.

2. I hang out in the 'hoods of Boston & New York with fellow gangstas and throw up gang signs. The following gang sign says "I'm the baddest gangsta up in here, sucka foo's!"

(I'm trying to lay low in the one above)

3. I totally know how to throw down the beats.


(while this video completely proves that I am gangsta, it also shows my inability to look decent while recording myself. & for that, I apologize)

4. I get into creepy black vans to buy fake designer purses. In the 'hoods of New York. But because I am gangsta, I was not afraid that the van was going to drive off with me inside at any minute. I especially was not afraid when an asian man ran up and pounded on the side, warning the guys inside of danger. & since I did it all for a purse, I guess that makes me gangsta chic.

5. I wear superb reading glasses while playing delightful...wait a second. How did this get on here?? Ingore this. Moving on.

6. Does this even need an explanation?? If it does, then you are so not gangsta.

7. I take pictures in front of graffiti that SAYS gangsta. You can't get anymore gangsta than that. Fer rills.

8. I've got mad fighting skillz. Gladiator like, in fact. You should all hope that you don't meet me in a dark alley anytime soon.

9. I've ridden on a packed subway. The kind where you get to know the person next to you more than is allowed by the law of chastity. But because I am gangsta, it is ok. That's how we do.

Now, since you all know that I am more gangsta than you, I will admit that there is one thing that is lacking. My slang.

I may be proficient in "mad" "hood" "throw down" & "fo shizzle", but that's basically the extent of my knowledge. Which is why I need to get my hands on these:

According to the box, I will soon be able to say things like, "Even these faded beats won't salt my game." However, both versions 1 and 2 of the cards are out of stock. Could one of you be a doll and bribe someone for them? Thanks so much. I hope getting them by tomorrow isn't too much to ask.

Speaking of tomorrow, in a few short hours I will be turning into an old woman. I might as well just buy a cane now. I will never be young again. (but at least I'll be gangsta forever.)

the case of the missing toothpaste.

We had a toothpaste crisis here at the casa de Amy y familia.

You see, a few days ago I walked into the bathroom to do my business in the brushing teeth profession, and the cute little Crest toothpaste I normally use was gone. GONE.

(it looked something like this. cute, right?)

I didn't panic because things go missing quite often in the casa de Amy y familia, so I searched around for it. I looked in the cupboards. I looked in the counter drawers. I looked on the floor. I even looked in the garbage. It was nowhere to be found.

I started to panic.

No toothpaste?? NONE?

But then I saw something. There on the counter was a toothpaste-looking tube. I quickly turned it over, but much to my dismay it was only this:

I automatically just figured that it belonged to the family of this:

or this:

and dismissed it. But then I saw the word "toothpaste".

"Are you kidding me?" I thought to myself. "Is this seriously toothpaste?"

I couldn't believe it and I didn't know whether to be happy or nauseous. I was already going to be late to my class, so I decided I'd have to try it. Before applying it to my sacred toothbrush, I checked the label 5 times to make sure it really said "toothpaste" and not "hoo-ha paste" and then gave it a try.

It was ok at first, but it never became foamy and it had a strange taste. Suddenly I started panicking and began thinking that maybe someone was playing an evil, evil trick on me by switching the pastes, so I started gagging and spit it out. Luckily I had already accomplished my task, so I ran out the door and didn't think of it anymore.

But then it was nighttime. There on the counter sat my only option: The Satan juice.

Was I really going to have to put that in my mouth again?? I thought I was going to die just thinking about it, but the need for clean teeth won and I partook of the Satan juice.

This went on for several long and painful days because the cute Crest toothpaste was still nowhere to be found.

However, tonight as I was driving home from my delicious birthday dinner at Oreganos (free pizza cookie!!!) I brought up the case of the missing toothpaste. It turns out that my sister had it the entire time. IN HER BACKPACK. I was ticked.

So then we went to Target, picked up some beloved Crest Whitening & flossers (do we seriously need an entire isle for toothpaste??) and now I'm happy and free from the Satan juice forever.

The End.

(AWESOME SIDENOTE!: The last 7 posts have had either 4 or 7 comments, and my birthday is on the 7th, and half of 4 is 2, which is February in number language. CRAZY.)

the many faces of super bowl 09.

excited. happy.

angry. distraught.

ecstatic. overjoyed.

murderous.

(this was the first super bowl I've ever watched & known what was going on. I'm pretty upset that they didn't win for me. & it's my birthday in 5 days! how inconsiderate.)