the drawing that an emo kid inflicts on society, usually a drawing on paper that they broadcasted through their myspace/facebook/xanga/livejournal whatever. it is drawn in black or blue ballpoint pen, very heavy lines and heavily shaded in. usually a rose with a drop of blood, a fellow emo kid is always a classic, or some other stupid shit like that.
did you see stefan's emo drawing? he wishes he could fit into a pair of girl jeans like his character can.
by Angelacia October 22, 2007
Get the emo drawing mug.Spanish for My Crazy Life (meaning the gang life), and can be translated as three dots in a triangle shape, that a lot of Latino gangbangers get in a tattoo by their eye or between their thumb and index finger.
by Angelacia July 16, 2007
Get the mi vida loca mug.Contrary to popular belief, we are educated, civil, friendly people. Yeah there are some who always make the headlines for being fucked up and in gangs. That is not most of us. I like poor people better than rich people because most of the rich people I know are snotty and don't talk to you unless you have the right designers. I was enrolled at a fancy prep school on scholarship for two years, and it was horrible. A girl was ridiculed for having the 'right' 200 dollar jeans, but she wore them too often, and that was considered poor. Some of them would laugh and give themselves joke makeovers to make them look like 'dirty Mexicans' (their words) for fun.
My friend went to the mall with me and her mom dropped us off at the mall with 'just a couple hundred dollars'. She bought a 400 dollar designer dress with the money, then started crying and yelling when her mom wouldn't let her buy the matching 200 dollar shoes. I was like wtf!!
On the other hand, when I went home, I would chill with all my neighbors and friends. it was more normal. Guys went out with you for the way you looked and acted, not just the labels on your clothes. We would go to Payless and put stuff on hold for when we could afford them, and it was never a big deal. Somehow I think that if you don't have money, you are generally happier, because you accept what you have and what you don't have, and that's not an issue when you're hanging out with your friends and shit. You chill with them, go get food, whatever, but it's so much realer where I live than the gated communities where other people live, and go shopping at elite designer boutiques to show off for fun.
My friend went to the mall with me and her mom dropped us off at the mall with 'just a couple hundred dollars'. She bought a 400 dollar designer dress with the money, then started crying and yelling when her mom wouldn't let her buy the matching 200 dollar shoes. I was like wtf!!
On the other hand, when I went home, I would chill with all my neighbors and friends. it was more normal. Guys went out with you for the way you looked and acted, not just the labels on your clothes. We would go to Payless and put stuff on hold for when we could afford them, and it was never a big deal. Somehow I think that if you don't have money, you are generally happier, because you accept what you have and what you don't have, and that's not an issue when you're hanging out with your friends and shit. You chill with them, go get food, whatever, but it's so much realer where I live than the gated communities where other people live, and go shopping at elite designer boutiques to show off for fun.
by Angelacia June 19, 2007
Get the poor people mug.The usually made-up tragic story that any drug addict/thief/hooker/bad person will tell you so you feel bad for them and will make you feel like it's not their fault that they are the way they are, or made the decisions that they made.
jenny: ugh suzy, look at you! you're fucked up on coke and it's 8 in the morning, and we're in spanish class!
suzy: Jenny, you don't even know what I've been through, I told you what happened...I found my mother dead when I was 8, then I was taken into foster care and beaten and I took to the streets where I became an anonymous circus dancer. You don't know how it feels to have no sense of identity!!!
jenny: oh, suzy, what a sob story...
suzy: Jenny, you don't even know what I've been through, I told you what happened...I found my mother dead when I was 8, then I was taken into foster care and beaten and I took to the streets where I became an anonymous circus dancer. You don't know how it feels to have no sense of identity!!!
jenny: oh, suzy, what a sob story...
by Angelacia June 15, 2007
Get the sob story mug.THe maker of all those obesity-inducing jellofied 'snack cakes' that everyone gives America shit for.
When I went to Spain all the kids yelled at me to go eat some Hostess Cream Cakes and bomb a country.
by Angelacia July 19, 2007
Get the hostess mug.A big indoor swap meet in the ghetto, specifically in san diego. you can get tons of knock off baby phat, ecko, and rocawear shit there as well as tons of underground or bootleg CDs. there are tons of shootings there every month.
by Angelacia June 15, 2007
Get the fam mart mug.A girl next floor is the same as a girl next door, only she lives in a bad, ghetto neighborhood (floor, meaning apartment building instead of house). This kind of girl is like a jewel in the gutter. She is sweet, shines out like a flower, she is innocent but at the same time streetwise in her ghetto-ass neighborhood.
by Angelacia May 15, 2007
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