#12.19.13

[crookedheartedlove]

Carolina Air

You can't recreate it.

If you can I haven't found a way.

They should sell it as a candle:

Carolina In My Nose

[ahnandahn]

home is where the heart is!

something weird happened with my phone and so it didn't ring the alarm when it was supposed to! i was supposed to be at the bus stop by 9am but instead, some internal clock woke me up at 9:30am instead. i freaked out and woke up Cassidy. my mom called me and asked if i had left yet and i hadn't and she was angry and i was freaking out more. luckily i had packed everything the day before and only had to unplug the plugs. i forgot my tacos though :( i'm sorry 3 tacos. Cassidy and i had to do quick goodbyes at the bus stop. i made my way to the bart station in a rush and then to the air bart. i didn't exactly know what was happening at the air bart since it was my first time. but me and this other girl who i think was also a freshman were confused with what to do and so this african-american homeless man helped us. it was really sweet of him. i was a bit scared at first but he was really nice and helped us instead and even said happy holidays when we left! i should've given him some money but i was so in a rush that i had no time to think about that. then i was in line for the air bart and i saw that a whole bunch of people were holding 3 dollars in their hands. then i thought i had done it incorrectly and was freaking out because i thought i only had 20 dollar bills (which i found out later that i had a 5 dollar bill). i got to the front of the line and asked the bus driver if this ticket worked and she said it did. i was so relieved. also, the bus was already there when i got out of the station so i was really lucky with that too because by the time i got to the airport gate, i had 10-15 minutes before boarding and Cassidy said that the air bart comes every 12 minutes. i finally got the airport and printed my ticket at the kiosk. i was a bit confused with what to do then, but i figured it out by asking the security lady although that was still a bit confusing. i went through security and walked over to the gate. it was all super exciting and a bit nerve-wracking at the same time because it was my first time going to the airport on my own. i finally boarded the plane. i got a window seat at the very back of the plane. there was even an empty seat next to mine. the airplane was very nice, and we left fairly quickly in comparison to what i remember of the Asiana flights i've gone on.

the pilot said over the intercom, "i have a huge favor to ask of all of you. i just got news from my wife that my mother-in-law is trying to get on this flight so if everybody can get seated as quickly as possible, then we can leave her behind. thank you." he also said, "all the flight attendants today are male (this was just to point out who's helping). all the ladies took the day off today. we may not be very pretty but... we're tall. i'm the shortest although you can't see me." it was so funny and cute, something i hadn't experienced in a Korean flight.

the service was very good and i enjoyed my flight. the view was great. the ocean had a lot of white things on the surface and i kept wondering what that was. the flight was pretty smooth until the landing time where we went through a lot of clouds. it got a bit turbulent then and it was a bit freaky. but i landed safely and it was wet everywhere, which was weird because it was so bright and sunny at Berkeley. i met dad and it was so weird because it didn't feel like it had been 4 months at all. i started crying a little and he was like, "don't cry or else i'll cry too." we talked about Berkeley and how it's been in Irvine. then we got to Giant Cleaners and i ran straight into mom's arms and cried then too. i saw samchoon and hugged him tightly. mom and i then went to pick up Kevin. he got a bit chubbier. something that was weird was that mom and dad said that i got a bit taller! they think it's because i ate so much over there, but strangely i didn't get fatter, or at least that's what they say. it was so nice to be back home with family. we then went to mcdonalds to wait to pick up samchoon later. we had some chicken nuggets and we talked about Berkeley and Kevin's school life. then we picked up samchoon and went back home. i took a nap and mom told me later that she thought when she saw me sleeping, "oh she must be trying to adjust to the jet lag. i should let her sleep." but then she realized that i never left the state. samchoon kept saying that we should eat at home, and i thought he just didn't want to leave the house as always. but then mom told me later that it was because, well, yeah he didn't want to leave the house but it was mainly because he wanted to eat with me too. so we ate jjajangmyun and jjangbbong at home. we talked about Berkeley. i showed them the naked run. then we all went to bed.

[cr7-ebi]

IKER CASILLAS ON EL HORMIGUERO

[365days-of-thoughts]

December 19, 2013

Secret Santa day!! Woke up early to cook and then headed over, ended up undercooking the potatoes DDDDD: gah I'm so embarrassed lol :(( played around at Irene's house and sat around and talked for a long while and then had dinner and finally opened up the presents!! TWINNIE GOT ME LOOOL AND TOTALLY GOT ME A TWIN TSHIRT OMG THAT WAS THE BEST GIFT EVER LOLLL I WAS LIKE OH DAMNN WHAT YOU GOT ME?!?! HAHA SO CUTE. and then J opened up his gift with the pillow and IT WAS THE BEST THING EVER LOLOL OMG THE TROLL GIFT TOO GOOD.... AL;KSDJF everyone's gift was actually really nice and lovely omg they were so heartfelt and touching haha >< 

Side note... you actually snapchatted me on the plane haha idk why it's these small things that touch me but idk if you were thinking about me or just snapchatting everyone.... i mean blah :(

[landlocked---mermaid]

1-20

1. The meaning behind my URL- the city of glass part is a reference to the city of Alacintine(I think that’s how you spell it?) in the Mortal Instruments series. tumbling is, well, kinda self-explanatory.2. Weakness- i care. wayyyy too fucking much. i also get attached really easily.3. Why I love my bestfriend- she’s stuck around with me since kindergarten, she somehow understands me when i make my random noises, can pick up on anything i’m feeling, and she’s like my sister. i have no idea where i would be without her.<34. Last time I cried and why- i kinda had a breakdown about my mom and stuff going on with one of my friends.5. Piercings I have- my ears, but i would like to maybe get my cartilage, nose, and possibly tongue pierced.6. Favorite Band- a tie between All Time Low and You Me at Six.7. Biggest turn off(s)- being a jackass, hurting animals, rubbing something in my face you know i don’t like, LYING, AND DID I MENTION LYING.8. Top 5 (insert subject)- you didn’t specify, so i’ll put something in for you. top five favorite songs- 1) dear maria count me in by all time low, 2) fresh start fever by you me at six, 3) backseat serenade by all time low, 4) merry christmas kiss my ass by all time low(christmas songs ftw), and 5) lived a lie by you me at six.9. Tattoos I want- my grandma’s signature with my brother, one with my best friend, another with a different best friend, a quote, a breast cancer related something, something with my other brother and sister, the mockingjay symbol, a rune from the Mortal Instruments, the deathly hallows symbol…. there’s more, i just can’t think of them.10. Biggest turn on(s)- HONESTY, kind words, kind actions, randomly doing/saying something really sweet, physical and mental(smart but not pretentious) attractiveness, loyalty.11. Age- 15, but i’m turning 16 in 3 days.12. Ideas of a perfect date- watching our favorite movies together cuddled up in blankets with popcorn and chocolate and strawberries and having the weather either rainy or snowy and not have to do anything all day. just the two of us, spending the day together, cuddling…13. Life goal(s)- to be happy. i want to be happy with what i do with my life, and i want my last breath to be a sigh of satisfaction.14.Piercings I want- see #515.Relationship status- single.16.Favorite movie- Anastasia- the 20th Century Fox version17.A fact about my life- it’s friggin crazy right now.18. Phobia- spiders, heights, being forgotten/replaced, not being good enough, everybody i care about leaving me/actually hating me, everybody is constantly lying to me…. yeah, i’m paranoid.19. Middle name- terese.20. Tattoos I have- none

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Sami Callihan vs. Jake Carter | RAW | 12.19.13

Ladies and Gentlemen began to play, Jake Carter strutting confidently to the ring to a chorus of boos ever since his new ‘heel’ tactics had made their debut. He got into the ring with unneeded cockyness, but it was Carter, after all. Smothered cut his music off, Sami stepping out of the curtain and standing alone for a moment before Del Rio and his band of merry gender-appropriate pronouns joined him. They walked with him down to the ring, surrounding it with the intention of keeping The Nation of Intoxication away, despite there being no sign of the wayward band in sight.

An angry Sami Callihan didn’t wait long for the bell, notably agitated even before his match. A week’s worth of bottled anger after the sneak attack by NOI was taken out on Carter as he crooked arm lariated him, taking down the bigger man with almost too casual ease. Sami was back on his feet, demanding Carter do the same, but not giving him the time to do so on his own. Hauling him back up, he flung him against the ropes, running to catch him and bounce him off the ropes so that he landed flat on his back yet again.

Picking him up, he drug him over so that he was face first, his throat against the bottom rope as he put his knee into Carter’s back, holding him down. Carter kicked wildly, the ref beginning a count as Sami dropped the choke but kicked the rope, adding insult to the injury. Jake rolled away, grabbing at his throat while the ref kept Callihan away. He stood, facing off at the man he called a friend, shaking his cast wildly at him and trying to lecture him, but it falling short as he’d lost his voice from the rope kick. Only infuriated more, Sami speared him, taking him down and then throwing wild punches down on him, the ref once again beginning a count.

Frustrated with the ref’s sudden enforcement of the rules, he stood, throwing up his hand for the audience with a grimace as they cheered. Del Rio’s group cheered along with them. It didn’t seem to get through to Sami, though, as he turned back on Carter with intent to hurt him. It was the most anger Callihan had ever shown in the ring, shades of his former self as it seemed that Danny Havoc had lit a fire under him.

Grabbing Carter, he set him up for a headlock driver, but Jake countered it into a back drop. Sami rolled away, holding the back of his head as Carter had finally got some offense in. Capitalizing, when Sami charged him, Jake tossed him over the top rope, Jessie McKay and Tony Nese going over to check on him while Jake strutted around the ring. The crowd booed him, loudly, causing him to only smirk harder as he used his hands to line up the picture of Jessie, Sami and Tony. Satisfied they weren’t moving, Jake used the top rope to haul himself over in a cross body. Sami shoved Jessie violently out of the way, but he and Tony still caught the brunt of the cross body from Carter. While Del Rio and Rosa attended to Jessie, Sami and Jake got back to their feet, brawling on the outside now.

Jake threw Sami into the barricade then into the steps. He stomped down on Callihan until the ref began to get to the count of seven, Jake scrambling back in to beat the count. Sami didn’t seem to be getting up, but Tony took the opportunity to throw him back into the ring when the ref wasn’t looking, whistling innocently. Jake seemed to think he had won, but he turned and saw the prone body of Sami and arched his brow, looking from him to Tony and back again before shaking his head. Tony just shrugged, turning his back on the action as he too went to check Jessie.

As Jake turned his attention back to Sami, the smaller man caught him with a kick to the thigh, deadlegging the former IC champion and not wasting any time picking that particular leg to apply the Stretch Muffler on. Rather than lose his left leg as well as his hand, he tapped.

The ref forced Sami to drop the hold and raised his hand in victory. His celebration was cut short though as the sounds of a familiar voice spoke up, everyones heads turning to the ramp as it was none other than intercontinental champion Danny Havoc who had the belt draped over his shoulder with Britani Knight’s arm wrapped around his own, the rest of The Nation of Intoxication as well coming out as they all stood side by side of one another. “Looks like you’ve done one thing right in a while Callihan congrats…” his words coming to a close as he reached with his free hand to remove the aviators from his eyes now tucking them in the collar of his nice button up shirt.

"Now moving on past that fat tub of lard who thinks he has the chance. Alberto, Triple H wherever the fuck you are motherfucker I know you hear this shit. Going to let you know this is fucking bullshit that you want me, the man who’s taken down everyone in his path, to fucking step into a ring with two men who both want to kick my ass. Not that I couldn’t take them down because I’ve been in the ring with bigger, better and under more dangerous and yet shitty situations. But how about we make this shit fair." His hand extending over to point on either side of him where the rest of his crew stood, men with beers in their hands. "Boys time to grow some balls."

Havoc now took a few steps from the rest of them with Knight still stepping with him as they turned their backs to the ring to study the other members of the crew. Shelly Martinez taking a few steps back from Devon with an unamused look on her face. “I want you motherfuckers to pop the top, chug that shit down like its a matter of life and death and whichever idiot wins well you’ll have a chance to step in the ring with me, against me, whatever you goddamn please.” Danny now turned to Britani who nodded while he handed her over the mic, “On the count of three.” she stated as the champion held up his hands while she counted. “One. Two. THREE!” by the time she’d gotten to three both men had popped the tops on their cans and rightfully began guzzling down their beer.

The alcohol was starting to become a mess as both Lucky and Devon got beer down the front of their shirts, on the stage, everywhere. But after a certain amount of time Lucky was first to go now raising the empty can in the air before slamming it back down onto the stage while jumping up and down in celebrations. “Your winner, Lucky tHURTeen!” Britani exclaimed before handing the microphone back to her boyfriend who pointed his other finger over to his friend. “You would take the chance to put your hands on me you little twisted motherfucker.” he stated before making his way over and grabbing the smaller man’s hand to raise it in victory. “Sign that in your fucking book Trips.” releasing the hand of his friend as he switched the mic in the other hand. “Danny Havoc vs. Alberto Del Rio vs. Sami Emo Faggot Callihan vs. Lucky tHURTeen!”

"You fuckheads better prepare yourself because I plan on lighting a fire under a hungry midgets ass and he’s going to dry hump your leg into the next goddamn century. Both of you will be lucky if you even make it in one piece to see your fucking families for Christmas. Santa Claus has no goddamn soul this year." With a quick movement of his wrist he flung the mic out over onto the stage while taking a step back as the Nation of Intoxication still remained there together side by side. A huge smile on the face of the champion as he reached over to wrap a free arm around Lucky’s neck to bring him in closer.

Alberto wouldn’t let him off that easily. He requested for a microphone and called for Danny’s attention before the champion could lead his cohorts to the back. “Danielito, stop right there,” Alberto said, speaking into the mic. He ran his hand over his slicked back hair and looked down on the mat. “I was looking back and thinking how far we’ve come and how this whole craziness started. It was just you thinking I did a terrible job as General Manager because I couldn’t serve tacos at catering. We were at each other’s throats and we involved other people into this mess, all because I couldn’t give you a simple taco.” He chuckled and looked up at NOI on the stage.”Well, I feel guilty about all that and this whole thing wouldn’t have started if it wasn’t for my pride. So Danielito, enjoy your taco.”

The Mexican pointed up at the rafters and gave a thumbs up. Danny and the rest of the group looked around and without warning, a slew of taco ingredients fell from the rafters and landed on NOI. They were covered in greasy ground beef, some lettuce, tomatoes, onions, guacamole. Any topping you can think of. The members reacted, visibly angry over this humiliation. Britani and Danny stood still, glaring up at the culprit. Shelly was attempting to wipe everything off and Devon helped her. Lucky looked at his arm and considered licking the food stuff off his arm. On the other hand, Alberto and his group looked on, a little bit satisfied with what had just happened. To end the show, the camera panned over to the four participants of the Intercontinental title match: Alberto, Sami, Lucky and the defending champion, Danny Havoc. Who will end up on top this Sunday at Apocalypse?

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Ringside | RAW | 12.19.13

Coming back from commercial, the ring was set up for an official contract signing. Oddly, in addition to the normal table and chairs set up there was another item. What looked like an easel with a black cloth over it stood tall on the side of the ring, directly behind where Stephanie McMahon and Triple H were seen standing at the end of the table. The power couple were shown glancing behind them at the covered item, discussing among themselves in confusion as to what it was. After a moment, Triple H simply shrugged it off and turned his attention to the WWE Universe.

“In just a few moments, Stephanie and I will be calling the WWE Champion Cody Rhodes and his opponent for Apocalypse, Chuck Taylor, down to the ring for a contract signing…”

“But before we get on with that, Hunter and I want to lay down some ground rules for this event,” Stephanie picked up where her husband left off, all smiles and authority as she looked toward the back. “First off, there will be no one accompanying either Cody or Chuck to this ring.”

“That means you, Ambrose and Langston. You two just do whatever it is bodyguards do when off duty.” Triple H chimed in much to the delight of the crowd, waving a hand around before continuing. “Next, there will be no silliness. No arguments about who started what and who hurt who’s feelings first and wah wah wah. I’m sick of hearing about it. You come into this ring, you say your two cents if you absolutely have to say it, and then you sign the damn contract and save the rest for the ring on Sunday.”

“Which brings us to our final rule,” Stephanie held up the contract in one hand to display it. “No violence. This is not going to break down into some kind of brawl like signings in the past have. If either of you lays a hand on the other with intent to hurt, there will be--”

“Smoke and Mirrors V2” blared over the speakers, the crowd exploding as Cody Rhodes walked out of the back in one of his many suits, this one a dark blue, and the WWE Championship over his shoulder. Wielding a microphone of his own, he held up a hand in a halting, apologetic looking gesture as he strolled down the ramp. Completely confident looking, the displeased expression Stephanie gave him for his interruption didn’t appear to bother him as he climbed into the ring.

“Hunter, Stephanie--before you say anything!” Cody stopped Stephanie as she was about to open her mouth, holding out both hands in a “stop” motion after setting his title down on the table. “I know. I interrupted you, and I’m sorry about that… Actually, no I’m not,” he shrugged with a small smirk before shaking his head, “but if it makes you feel better you can believe I am. In any case, I just thought it was a good time to come out here and… Reassure you that Taylor and I… We’re adults. You two are out here boring everyone to tears with these rules after you’ve already made it perfectly clear that you want us to behave.”

“Cody--”

“Ah, Stephanie, please.” Once again holding up a halting hand to the Billion Dollar Princess, Cody smiled and placed it on his chest in an overly genuine gesture. “I know the rules of the night. No extras, no bitching, and no fighting. Simple. I’m sure, even with his limited capacity to understand and follow the simplest of things, that Taylor knows them too. So let’s not waste anymore precious time, hm?”

Both Triple H and Stephanie didn’t seem all too pleased with the Champion’s interruption, but neither protested the move to get on with the contract signing. That didn’t stop them from expressing their displeasure privately to the unphased champion as “Kountry Gentleman” started playing throughout the arena as the contender Chuck Taylor made his way out, huge smile on his face, while dressed up nicely for this event as well as holding a box that was perfectly wrapped for Christmas. Fans giving a mixed reaction as he continued his way down to the ring without a care. Once inside the ring, he insisted on shaking hands with both Stephanie and Triple H, the smile never leaving his features as he moved to his side of the table and turned to hold the present out to Cody, who just looked at the box with a less than excited expression.

“Merry Christmas, buddy!” Chuck insisted as he stretched his arms out just a little more, insisting the champion take the present. Shooting a glance at the authority, Cody forced a smile onto his face in return and accepted the present.

“Thank you…” Staring at the box for a moment, he set it down on the table decisively, declaring. “I’ll open it after we take care of business.”

“Let’s get on with it, then, boys.” Raising an eyebrow at the two superstars, Triple H cleared his throat and took the contract from his wife to hold up. “This is the official contract signing for the WWE Championship. Yadda yadda, official sounding bullshit… You both read the contract in the back, so now you sign. Champions first.”

The contract was laid down in front of Cody, who picked up the pen with a smile and rested it against the paper in preparation of signing. His free hand still held his microphone, which he brought to his lips to speak as he was signing the various pieces of paper in the contracted (as directed by Stephanie).

“You know for all that I would usually say to let you know just how little you deserve this opportunity I’m giving you, Taylor,” Cody started, earning a disapproving chorus of boos from the fans, “I can’t say I’m not looking forward to it… After all, I have an opportunity to not only resolve this issue myself… But to show the world just how much you fall short of my level.”

“Blah blah, blah, blah blah,” Chuck spoke into his own mic, the smile never leaving his face as he took the contract for himself in order to sign. “You’re so tough, buddy, but remember: I’m the guy who you’ve always been too scared to face in a proper match without your boyfriend coming to the rescue. If we hadn’t gone off the stage the other week, I’m sure he would have made an appearance to save you from big ol’ evil Chuck Taylor dropping you on your head and embarrassing you again.”

Signing the contract himself, Chuck didn’t seem to have anything else to say on the matter and pushed the contract back over to Triple H and Stephanie who looked over the paper to double check everything was in order. Nodding in agreement, the Authority shook hands with both men as they stood and Stephanie was the first to take her leave, Hunter waiting just long enough to signal the two competitors were free to “act up” as much as they wanted as he climbed out of the ring himself. Surprisingly, however, neither man went after the other. Instead, Cody picked up the present Chuck had handed him and turned it over in his hands warily.

“Go ahead! Open it!” Chuck urged, waving an arm around the ring. Pressing his lips together, Cody tugged the bow loose so as to comply. As soon as he got the lid off the box, however, he was greeted by an explosion of string and confetti which resulted in him jerking his head back and holding it out as far away from himself as possible. The crowd cheered, clearly enjoying the prank, and Chuck grinned, “go on and look inside, buddy!” Cody reluctantly did as he was told, bringing the box back to look in and frowning as he lifted a CD from the inside, something written on the outside of the case that made his eyes narrow. “I hope you like it!”

Silence followed for a long moment as Cody placed the item back into the box, closing it up and setting it next to his title. A smile immediately pulled at his lips as he did so, looking up at the other with a small nod and a ‘thank you’ before he moved around the table to the covered easel that the Authority had been standing in front of mere moments before, picking his microphone back up as he went.

“I’m touched that you put so much thought into it, Taylor. Allow me to return the favor. You see, this present has been… Weeks in the making. I know it won’t be anywhere near the.. Favor. You did for me at Wrestlemania, but I hope you like it anyway,” gripping the cloth as Chuck looked on warily, Cody paused for the sake of dramatics before whipping it off. First shock, then amusement were the sounds that traveled around the arena upon seeing the poster-sized picture underneath. None other than Chuck Taylor dressed and posing as a fairy, with the added detail of the old retired butterfly Diva’s championship added around his waist. Chuck’s mouth dropped open and his eyes went wide at the picture and Cody took advantage of the shock. Walking forward, he pat the other on the shoulder in a friendly gesture, smiling widely, “always remember this day, Taylor, because that. Is the closest you will ever get to having a title. Merry Christmas, pal.”

Theme music playing as he finished speaking, Cody dropped the mic to the mat and gathered his title as well as the present Chuck had given him before making his way out of the ring. A smirk was on his features despite the various reactions he was receiving from the crowd. In the ring, Chuck was seen quickly knocking the picture to the ground as if to hide it from the world, his expression morphing into one of pure anger and rage as RAW faded out into a commercial break.