Dear losers,
After a year and a half of drinking and partying and wasting my freshmen year away with you guys, I’ve come to finally realize you guys for who you truly are: a bunch of losers. But that’s not even it. You guys remind me of my blogging pet peeve: you think you are the shit when in fact, you are shit, or at least full of it.
You think you are so cool because you guys drink and throw parties? Well a lot of people can do that, but at least they don’t think they’re all elite and be bitches to new people. And the reason to you guys being like that is even more pathetic:
- The guys hate new girls because they can’t get the girls.
- The guys hate new guys because these guys can actually get these said girls.
- The girls hate new girls because their pathetic boyfriends can’t keep their eyes and hands off those girls.
- The girls hate new guys because obviously the new guys could care less about them.
So your way of dealing with this is just rejecting everyone that could threaten your ego, though with your looks and your pathetic ways, God knows why you even have one.
The worst part? You are TOTALLY oblivious. You think everyone wants to be like you and be a part of you, when in fact, everyone HATES you. You’re like the plastics from Mean Girls, except a lot uglier. I don’t know why I wasted my freshmen year with you guys, only to be screwed with and screwed over. Then it’s rinse and repeat. Not just me, but that’s just how you treat people in general, even your own girlfriends and boyfriends. Cheating, lying, betrayal, tell me something you haven’t done.
The sad part? I once considered you friends, like a lot of the other people that were once part of your group. Yet you don’t know shit when it comes to friendship, all you know how to do is be snobby exclusive assholes. So you know what? You can keep messing around with each other and other poor unfortunate newbies, but you’re through messing with me.
no love,
Mimi
PS. Not everyone in the said group is an asshole, but that doesn’t mean we’re best friends either. It just means that you’ve been spared this nasty letter.Error processing request
After pondering about what to write, I’ve decided to compile a list of tips for incoming college freshmen on picking classes, since I know you guys should be getting your acceptance/waitlist/rejection (hopefully not) letters about now.
It took me a year and a half to finally figure out what I wanted to do in college and really start focusing, but my lack thereof before is now kicking me in the butt. I’m double majoring in Japanese and international business, which means I need a total of 156 credits to graduate. Unfortunately, I spent my freshmen year taking useless classes I didn’t need, and now when I want to take my major-required classes, I’m either missing prerequisites or don’t have enough credit. Not fun. :O
So don’t be a dumb dumb like me, and learn from my mistakes:
- If you know for sure what you want to major in, take a look at your major requirements, which can usually be found on your school website or will be given during orientation.
- Pick your classes accordingly, and get the prerequisites out of the way.
- If you are double, triple, or quadruple majoring, see if any of your other major requirements also satisfy a core. Don’t take more core classes than the minimum requirements. It’s a waste of time.
- Try to take around 15-16 credit per semester. Of course, if you came in with 100 AP credits or you want to take more, by all means, do go for it.
- If you don’t know your major, but have a general idea of the field you want to go in, try to take a look at the requirements for the majors in that field and take core classes that are related to them. Even better, find core classes that satisfy some major requirements.
- If you don’t know your major, decide on it ASAP. The less time you spend taking useless classes, the better.
- Decide CAREFULLY. And once you do make your choice, stick to it, or at least limit the switches to being in the same school to spare yourself from starting from scratch.
- Don’t bite off more than you can chew, but at the same time, you should take as big as a bite as your mouth can afford. College is expensive, and the more you get out of it, the more your getting back for your money’s worth. Know your limit, but don’t underestimate your abilities.
Of course, if you’re happy wandering through college aimlessly and plan on staying in there till kingdom come, ignore the above tips and go smoke some hookah 
So we all have pet peeves: driving pet peeves, shopping pet peeves, and for those of us that blog, I’m sure you have your own blogging pet peeves. I’m going to list mine, so in case you’re wondering why I never return your comments, um, chances are your blog fits one or more of the following descriptions:
- Tiny text and a non-existent line height.
This is the worst. Why do you have a blog that with entries people can’t read without squinting and squirming? It is NOT attractive, and it certainly does NOT make you a cool blogger, or whatever other positive effect you think it may achieve. The only thing these blogs have gotten from me was a loud UGH and a click on the x. Bye bye.
- The “I am da shit” attitude when your blog IS shit.
I’ve noticed that this tends to go hand in hand with the blog with tiny text and non-existent line height. Yeah, I know it’s your blog, and I’m sure you’re very proud of your work and all (though I can’t see why), but you need to get it in your head that your blog is NOT da shit, and nor are you. So you can start humbling yourself and cut the crap, or prepare to earn the wrath and infamous pants award from Jem, because unlike you, she is da shit. And I need to stop using that word.
- EXTREMELY long posts.
With no pictures, no lists, just words, can be a hell to read. I just read one yesterday (or tried to at least), and as great as the post was, I gave up after the second paragraph. I understand you’re passionate about what you’re writing, but your readers might not always feel the same way. Make things easier for them by adding images or lists or anything other then just paragraph after paragraph.
- Entries about what you did today, every day.
An occasional update on your life is great. Unless you’re doing a niche blog, I actually like reading about your personal (not too personal please) life every once in a while. But when all your posts are just a list of activities you did that day? God, don’t you get sick of writing it? I know I’m sick of reading the same blah entries about your mundane life. Honestly, no one cares if you had Captain Crunch instead of Lucky Charms on the morning of your math quiz.
- Too many widgets and ads.
Your blog can be a great source of making extra money. I have ads on my blog too (for search engine visitors only though), but seriously, don’t abuse it. Having ads plastered all over the place is not only annoying, but really ugly! What’s worse, you have all these stupid useless widgets cluttered along with those ugly ads. Seriously, none of your readers will really care who your recent visitors were or where they came from. If you’re interested in the information, install Google analytic or something, but spare me the heinous sight and the annoying lag.
- Ugly designs.
Call me shallow, but ugly layouts are a major turn-off for me. I can understand if you’re new to this and you’re not really sure how to make a layout, we’ve all been through the same phase. But seriously, neon pink and neon green do NOT go together on the same page. As a matter of fact, they shouldn’t be anywhere on your page because the colors are hideously blinding themselves. This doesn’t have anything to do with how many years of experience you have, this is just common sense. Or at least I would think so. If you’re iffy about making your layout from scratch, use a free layout instead. And then maybe my eyes can be spared from being blinded with your horrendous choice of colors.
Ok, so I just wrote a long ass post myself, but at least it was in a list 
Read the headers if you want to, I’ll spare you the pain of having to read through all 700-something words.:k
Remember when I told you that I was going to be modeling for Korto Momolu? Unlike the fashion show back in 2006, it’s not some scam (my parents kept thinking it was), but completely real. I’m still a little dazed that someone of my height (5’4) would be able to walk down the runway for such an amazing designer.
The show took place last Saturday at one of the many “inauguration balls” held in President Obama’s honor, and prior to that there were 2 fittings. The first fitting was an absolute mess because I never made it there, due to a car accident where our car got completely totaled. When I finally got back from the hospital, I get an email saying that the fitting was canceled. Um, wtf?
The second fitting was at the hotel the next day, and I had a nervous breakdown when I saw the 5’10 models who all seemed to know each other. I think it was from the trauma the day before + crazy hormones during the time of the month. I was somewhat relieved when a shorter model showed up.
Korto herself was such a nice lady. She made an effort to remember everyone’s name, and she was very lenient about how we wanted to walk down the runway. She kept telling us to just have fun out there, which was such a relief for me since this was my first major show. As a matter of fact, the makeup artist, hair stylists, and stylists were all very sweet. The only one who was bitching was some lady from the magazine sponsoring the event. She wouldn’t stop complaining about my hair or my makeup, and even sat on my clothes while I was getting changed. I was not amused D<
As nerve wracking as the preparation and waiting had been, I felt so at ease when I walked down the runway. And oh my goodness, the feeling was absolutely incredible: all these people ooing and ahhing over your clothes, the lights shining, the cameras flashing, I hate to sound shallow, but I was soaking up every second of it. I wore a black strapless jumper with a belt for my first outfit and a gorgeous champagne gold military jacket dress for my second outfit. Guess which one is me!
Lovin' our President Obama fans 
Though it wasn’t a paid gig, I loved feeling like a mini celebrity (people wanting to take pictures of you and with you) for a night.
Dear Blogtoprofit,
You are by far the most picky and whiny paid blogging site I’ve ever worked with. I write your assignments the same way I write for PayU2**** or PayPer****, but unlike them, you make a fuss over every little detail. What’s worse, you don’t tell me all the errors at once but like to keep picking at different ones just as I submit in a revised version.
I’m not going to even go into the fact that you’re paying me less than other companies and people while expecting me to write more. I’m going to be the benevolent person I am and overlook this, something you can and should learn. Now I’ve followed all the rules you stated in your introductory email, and I’d read over your rules page IF it only existed. Unfortunately for me, it doesn’t, so now it just seems as if you are pulling rules out of your ass and complaining about the most ridiculous things, like how you don’t like the label “basement”. Well boohoo, but ugly paid posts like yours belong where it can’t be seen or heard, like the basement. Be grateful that I didn’t name the category “trash can”.
What’s more, instead of doing your job, you leave cheeky comments on my paid posts pretending to be different people. I’m sorry if my paid post offended you, but you know what, just because it pissed you off, I’ve taken the liberty of bringing my bitchiness to a whole new level, just for you. Now don’t you feel special. And I will keep submitting in the same post over and over again, no revisions whatsoever. Two can play at this game
And you can keep your measly $18 and buy your self a couple happy meals. Maybe then you’ll cut your crap and start doing your job.
no love,
Mimi
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