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Journal Entry: Wednesday November 29, 2006

Rewind to November 11, three months and counting before we set sail for our adventure. This fine Saturday night I throw on sexy high heels with a sleek military style black dress. I dazzle my eye lids with white shimmer and gloss my lips with vibrant rock star red. I look like a 1950’s air force chick slash pinup girl, minus the only wearing lingerie look. Brandy is glowing with her bronze attire I have dressed her in and Erica is looking bubbly and stylish with her newly died extra bright red hair. Off we go with the boys to a high class snobby bar in Corona del Mar, the land of the plastics as I like to call it. We go there really for shits and giggles and to make fun of the cougars ( 40 year old filthy rich women recently divorced or in the mood for adultery) picking up on all the Emo’s ( douche bag OC guys that live with their parents still but act like they are celebrities). The night is flowing pleasantly with a dirty goose martini in my right hand and a cigarette in my left. To add to the fun of seeing how trendy and pathetic this place is, I am thoroughly amused from all the snooty glares from the plastics in their Gucci attire. As I am attempting to go outside, to my pleasant surprise, a little snot decides to give me a hard time and starts mouthing off like a cat in heat. Since I am not in the mood for more of her bitching I kindly remark, “Fuck you!” Not very lady like, I know. Fast forward ten minutes later, to Brandy and my pleasant surprise, we walk into the bathroom only to see little non existent plastic nose snot and her two partners in crime. Before I knew it her lovely friend has grabbed me by the neck and shoved me. Well I guess you can say the ghetto came out in me and before I knew it I had knocked the bitch down on the floor. While the other little plastic snot came rushing at me from the side I managed to elbow her in the face and ever so gently rip her hair extensions the fuck out of her head. Now why was little playboy white girl wearing extensions in the first place baffled me for a moment. But nevertheless, no time for thinking because the bouncer was quickly removing us from the bar.
Outside of the bar Brandy and I are heated from our glorious WWF victory and our friends stumble out just in time for plan B, after all the night was still young so why end the fun now. Erica is ever so annoyed with our immaturity and is arguing with Zach. She runs across the street to get in a cab and Zach tells us to go with her so she doesn’t go by herself and off we go heading across the street. So here is the moment where you’ve seen it in the movies, read about it in the news, but never fathom this is about to become your reality.
I can’t focus and keep my eyes open and everything is so fuzzy. Its really bright and there are people all around me. I know I am laying in a bed, I know I am wearing a thin paper gown, and I know I can’t move. I can talk though which is good, but I am so exhausted I just want to sleep. I managed to ask, “what happened“? A female voice calmly explains you were hit by a car, do you not remember anything”? “No” is all I manage to reply and then everything goes black again. I think to myself before I fall back into the black hole, “just sleep this weird nightmare off.”
That voice again, “Your parents are hear to see you. Damn it, the nightmare hasn‘t gone away yet. Oh fuck I think, did I do something wrong? I can’t remember anything, what is going on? Followed by “We are going to put some staples in your head right now.” I think, “your going to do what!” “Are you fucking kidding me!” And, like my flesh was a packet of paper being stapled neatly together, I felt one by one go crunch, crunch, crunch. I think it was really painful but I was so disoriented I thankfully can’t remember how acute the pain really was.
In walks mom and dad and I began to cry not knowing what else to say but, “I am so sorry, I am so sorry.” My mom immediately goes to work probing at my legs examining my wounds. My dad ironically appears calm or maybe more just in disbelief or shock. Now I start feeling the pain and nausea seep throughout my body and my head won’t stop spinning. The morphine is powerful though and keeps areas numb unless I move an inch. I learn quickly to be wise about keeping still unless I want to feel another pang of excruciating pain shoot through me. My pelvis feels like its dislocated and someone needs to knock it back in place. When they finally move me out of critical care into a room I want to beg them not to move me ever again because I don’t want to cry out loud anymore. But I stay quiet and try not to complain because I don’t want to scare my mom on how bad it really hurts.
So its morning now and after ten hours, finally the nurse lets me drink a little water. I am finally able to force my brain to remember what happened with the assistance of friends. The reports come to me in bits and pieces and I compile it layer upon layer in my brain until I finally have the lump sum which is as follows. Brandy and I were hit by a drunk 23 year old driver going 40 miles an hour in a Durango. Neither of us saw it coming and apparently the driver was so concerned of the police tail gaiting him he didn’t see us either. I flew up on the windshield and was knocked on the ground. Little petite Brandy flew out thirty feet. You know how you hear about people’s shoes flying off their feet in accidents due to the velocity and impact of the collision? Well the same thing happened to us even though we both had strapped heels on. Zach says he ran up to me first and I wasn’t breathing, but thank god I finally caught my breath. Amazingly I was awake and trying to get up. Erica tells me I was talking back to her and was self conscious of my dress riding up and mostly concerned of being exposed. What a cliché considering I think being exposed was clearly already accomplished with the crowd watching across the street. The ambulance rushed us to the trauma center, and upon arrival my clothes were completely cut off. Adios fur jacket, sleek black dress, new push up bra, and satin black g string. I remember my hair was like crunchy straw from all the blood so I can only imagine what my clothes looked like. Thanks but no thanks on wanting those suckers back. At least the surgeon who cut off my clothes was gorgeous although I find out later how he lacks in any social etiquette and grace and would probably be a complete dud if you catch my drift.
So from living in the moment, enjoying every second of my good life and being on top of the world, I guess you could say I was lost for words, feelings, and any emotions. From working in corporate America Marriott sales at least nine hours a day, followed by two hours of kickboxing, concluding with partying and spending time with my loved ones and frequent vacations, to lying in a hospital with a fractured knee, broken hand, three pelvis breaks, fractured back, and a severe concussion, I was definitely not feeling like a million bucks anymore. To top it off, Brandy had neck fractures to add to her pelvis breaks and was in a lot more pain than me. Erica witnessing the entire ordeal flash right in front of her, had gone into such severe shock that she had bit Jet’s shoulder and now has to go to therapy to cope with the trauma. The next few days in the hospital consisted of wishing that every time I doze off I would awake in my own bed, that this was just a horrific nightmare, the adventure was still scheduled to set sail in three months, and my body had not just been bashed into a ton of bricks.

Downtown San Diego and Bon "Y"oyage Dinner

The Hummingbird

I thought I would take a moment to tell everyone how much I love my best friend Phoebe. This girl has been a direct part of my daily existence since we were eight years old. I could write a novel on the memories we have created together but I will save that for another time. After my accident a few months back and my Euro trip approaching, Phoebe has bent over backwards to spend every possible moment she can with me like its our last even though in reality we will be emailing each other 24/7 when I am gone and I will be back before she can even start missing me too much. Here is a beautiful poem she gave me last night followed by a little letter.

POEM
Legends say that hummingbirds float free of time time carrying our hopes for love, joy and celebration. Like a hummingbird, we aspire to hover and savor each moment as it passes, embrace all that life has to offer and to celebrate the joy of everyday. The hummingbird's delicate grace reminds us that life is rich, beauty is everywhere, every personal connection has meaning and that laughter is life's sweetest creation.

LETTER
Alicia,
You are like a hummingbird, beautiful, graceful, and quick to grab a moment and be free to take it and make whatever you want out of it. I hope this year you experience growth and fulfillment on all levels possible. I am very proud of the woman you've become and have a tremendous amount of respect for you. Enjoy life without any reservations and remember life is a journey, everything happens for a reason, and your life is only beginning! See you in Thailand!
Your friend and sister always,
Phoebe

That's right Phoebe, I will see you in Thailand when you get off the plane with a bowl of spicy pad Thai in my right hand, a bottle of some exotic Thai beverage in the left, and a little 4 feet Chinese immigrant named Lily as our servant by my side. Love you! :)

Just put me on the freaking plane already.....

So we are finally getting to the grand finale count down until we reach blast off. The apartment is empty, clothes and five million pairs of shoes ready to be packed in the suitcase, and the final good bye celebrations are near ending. As of this Monday, Erica and I will be half way across the world engaging in our fun adventures and immersing ourselves in new cultures. The anticipation is creating more of anxiety and tension then excitement at the moment. I can actually feel a little heart pain right now as we speak or maybe that is a result of too much coffee creamer. Anywho, so much has happened in the past year since we initially purchased our tickets to Europe that I am ready to just get on the damn plane instead of dragging it out any longer. Considering I am already what they say a little bit "obsessive compulsive" in terms of having everything organized and ready to go six months before the due date, the waiting game is just killing me. I mean we purchased the freaking tickets a year ago, my work was notified not two weeks in advance that I was leaving but four months in advance, and my furniture and nick knacks were packed up and put in storage a week ago when we are not even expected to move out of the apartment for a few days. Shoot, come to think about it we might as well just drive to the airport right now so we don't miss our flight. We are on a tight schedule here people. I mean I know the standard for international flights is to be there three hours in advance but there could be a lot of traffic in L.A. or a big line at the luggage check in. In addition, I am half brown literally, hence possible blood relation to Osama, so security may need to check my luggage a little more thoroughly just to ensure that I am not carrying any weapons of mass destruction in my little coach purse. More than anything, I want to get a good seat so, I think arriving at the L.A.X. airport 6 days early will be a perfect amount of time to get organized. Don't worry about Erica she will be just fine with this. Give the girl her Starbucks and let her sit in front of the big terminal window to watch the planes take off and land and she is as happy as a little kid running around with cotton candy at the Sunday circus. I mean I guess I should be relieved that there is not much left to do but spend time with my loved ones before I leave. But for some reason, I think by doing so it makes it almost that much more painful to say good bye. I mean I am not going to be gone forever and the people that are dear to me will still be a part of my life on a daily basis, obviously not in the physical sense, but always in my heart and mind. Another characteristic about me is that I am a picture maniac as well so I will be posting pictures on a regular basis for everyone to see and this is another way for me to keep in close contact. In the past, whenever I traveled to amazingly awesome places I imagined certain friends there with me experiencing these new places too. Since this is just my imagination that they are there with me I figure the closest way to have them close to me experiencing these new places is by taking as many pictures as possible to capture the moment to share. As a result, I have recently gone the extra mile to ensure that the picture posting process will not have any glitches by one, taking two cameras, two, having a 2 GB storage memory card which can store a zillion pics, three, having a direct Ipod camera connector to upload the pics immediately and efficiently, and four, lab top in hand ready to upload and blast off! So with that all being said, bon voyage, Europe finally here I come!

Just some personal stuff about me that you could probably care less about

Well people, until I get up and running with this whole blog thing I am being lame and practicing by putting up old blogs. Not to worry, I promise to add some interesting new content once I head out on my exciting new adventure next week. Until then, sorry to bore you with the old.

1. In two words, explain what ended your last relationship?

*Ummmm, what does relationship mean? Jose Cuervo and I broke up a few weeks ago because I cheated on him with Captain Morgan.

2. When was the last time you shaved your legs?

*This morning, I don't do the whole dirty euro hippy thing.

3. What were you doing this morning at 8am?

*At 8am. I was at work with my head down on my desk fast asleep,,,, dreaming that I was not at work, but instead in bed snuggled up with Johnny Depp and Brad Pitt and Taye Diggs and ….

4. What were you doing 15 minutes ago?

*15 minutes ago I was yelling at a cocky lawyer attempting to mitigate a $20,000.00 cancellation fee that this MOFO was trying to get out of scotch free because he thinks he is Donald Trump when in reality, this balding fat ass piece of shit probably has not gotten laid in years and has a stick up his ….

5. Are you any good at math?

*Statistics yes,,, recent statistic theory that I came up with that will be published for all national universities soon is:

-What is the ratio of men in Orange County that think with their very little head first before their other head? =

Mathematical Conclusion: According to recent statistical studies made throughout 2006, 99.9% of men think with their very little heads 100% of the time. The outliers, which are .01 of men that actually use their big head before their little ones, only due so because they recently went under a sex change.

6. Your prom night?

*You mean hotel party night, right? Actual attendance to the prom was under an hour. Hello people why the fuck would I sit at a dance that doesn't have open bar?? Come on now! What, so I can see who made Prom Queen (she will be an obese mom with five illegitimate children trying to get child support from her babies dady in five years),,Thanks but no thanks!

7. Do you have any famous ancestors?

*Yes, Hitler, Mussolini, and Castro

8. Have you ever taken out a loan to pay for school?

*Who gives a shit, next question..

9. Do you know the words to the song on your myspace profile?

*Sure do, it goes like bung bung, biddy bung bung, biddy bung bung biddy bung,,,, no seriously it does listen to it.

10. Last thing received in the mail?

*Plastic Surgery advertisements, hello, Southern Cal… I live in the land of the plastics!

11. How many different beverages have you drank today?

*Well beginning at 6am I started my day with a cup of coffee filled with whiskey, 9am refill with baileys, 12pm. (acceptable time to have a real drink) switched to scotch on the rocks, 1pm be sippin on gin and juice right now MOTHA FUCKA!

12. Do you ever leave messages on people's answering machines?

*Yes, actually it is a proven fact that people that call and don't leave messages are stalkers and weirdoes, and, I choose not to categorize nor associate myself with them and instead make an extra effort to do the complete opposite. By the complete opposite I have been known to drunk dial people at times. And although I don't remember leaving multiple belligerent messages I have been told that I did indeed leave a message or two or three or four. :) Therefore clearly I am not a stalker...

13. Who did you lose your CONCERT virginity to?

*What are you talking about I am still a virgin! :)

14. Do you draw your name in the sand when you go to the beach?

*Who wrote these fucking questions, LOOOOOOOSER! Oh wait I am answering the majority of them…NEXT

15. What's the most painful dental procedure you've had?

*I don't know but my girlfriend gets lock jaw all the time and her name is "-------" and you can call her at (949) 210-5000….

18. Do you like the ocean?

*Love it, I wish I was a mermaid!

19. Have you ever received one of those big tins of 3 different kinds of popcorn for Christmas?

*Yes, and I ate the whole damn thing on Christmas by myself and didn't share with my starving family.

20. Have you ever been to a planetarium?

*Yes in Amsterdam once and I don't remember the rest of the experience, except that I was very hungry after and my head was a little fuzzy.

23. What is your favorite flavor of JELLO?

*Orange Vodka (preferably Kettle One if I am given a brand option)


22. Something you are excited about?

*Nothing, I am at work and am ready to jump off this second floor…. and I don't care if it's only two floors, I will jump HEAD FIRST!


-Alicia

Sunday Fun Day....Yavool!