"JustTrina"

You Are 50% Left Brained, 50% Right Brained The left side of your brain controls verbal ability, attention to detail, and reasoning. Left brained people are good at communication and persuading others. If you're left brained, you are likely good at math and logic. Your left brain prefers dogs, reading, and quiet. The right side of your brain is all about creativity and flexibility. Daring and intuitive, right brained people see the world in their unique way. If you're right brained, you likely have a talent for creative writing and art. Your right brain prefers day dreaming, philosophy, and sports. Are You Right or Left Brained? Never say I didn't say it...

Last night (this morning), a young man by the name of Lawrence was hitting on me. I gave him a ride home as he was the friend of someone I'd been out partying with. Lawrence was (smashed) slightly intoxicated and couldn't seem to keep him hormones in check. Every word out of his mouth was "baby" or "boo." Luckily, these words don't phase me unless I truly care about you, so all I did was laugh. Anyway, when I drop people off, I wait until they get to where they need to be. Be it home, their car, someone else's house, wherever, it's just something I do. So I dropped (a very disappointed and horny) Lawrence off at his car and waited for him to get in. As I was pulling off, he yelled for me to wait and told me he had a present for me. I did a mental eye roll as I noticed something was indeed in Lawrence's hand. Thinking it was a business card I was about to throw away, I held my hand out. Lawrence handed me a dead butterfly. I was speechl...

The rough and tough life of surburbia . You have GOT to be kidding me!

Let me start today's blog by saying: GO GIANTS!! I'm not a fan of them, but Dan told me to blog about them and he's the only man on Earth I listen to without question. Now that that's done, moving on. Ever notice a couple that, in your opinion, is completely mismatched? He may be short, she may be tall; he may be thin, she may be larger; he black, she white or vice versa? Ever look at those couples and wonder how they can appear so happy when it seems like odds are against them? Well, I do. I see couples like that and applaud them for taking a chance on each other. Once the initial stab of envy over the fact that they're even a couple subsides, of course. If you listen to the classic love songs, usually there's a give and take that brought the lovebirds to the point of serenading one another. Words like "until you", "change my life" and "no one else" are usually staples in those songs and they're meant to convey the message tha...

And this is why I hate the Myspace.

I'd like to take you all to a time back in the day (which was a Wednesday) circa 1996 when I had what my friends liked to call an "unhealthy" attraction to Leonardo DiCaprio . He made my cry in Romeo & Juliet , made me feel for him as the Man in the Iron Mask , had me pulling for him in Basketball Diaries and I wanted him to be the king of my world in Titanic (I had to do that, I'm sorry). Then he disappeared on me for like, 2 years (6 years Hollywood time) only to re-emerge in the waste of celluloid called The Beach. Then there was the (epic?) Gangs of New York, which I couldn't sit through without falling asleep (I'll have to take a "Braveheart" day to get through it...in time). I never saw The Aviator, but I've heard good things (side note: not to be a retard about this, but as an avid moviegoer, I canNOT seem to wrap my head around Oscar winning films, it takes me FOREVER to get around to watching them and when I do, the experienc...

Show Me What You Got I can barely contain myself...

Ever have someone stare at you in a way that just makes you uncomfortable? Not the "I think you're pretty and think you're out of my league so I'm just happy with looking" kind of stare, the "I'm gonna catch you alone in the parking lot, kidnap you and f*ck your mouth whilst you're tied up with duct tape and bleeding from the head" kind of stare. I get the latter stare everyday and immediately want to take a shower. It creeps me out, Super Starer, and you're on notice.

Last night, the boss sent Shawn , Adrian and myself out to my favorite place in the world, Atlantic Station to do a bit (radio speak for skit). Apparently, Atlanta was recently voted the number one city for the worst sleep. So the ladies of the Bomb Squad hit the streets as sheep to help the residents of this fine city get a good night's rest. Equipped with signs (and sheep ears), Shawn and Adrian patrolled Atlantic Station "baa-ing" while I got comments from onlookers. It was good fun. But that's not the point of today's blog, I was just sharing some of my antics as an intern. On the way from the radio station to Atlantic Station, I was playing my Justin Timberlake CD when my favorite interlude came on and I turned the volume up. Adrian shares my love for this interlude and proceeded to moan and have all but an actual orgasm in the backseat of the TB. I was zoning and singing the song myself until I realized what was going on. I turned to Shawn (and turned the...

As I was working today, I noticed a recipe book for cakes. We all know I love to cook and bake, so it should come as no surprise that I started combing through it. To commemorate the end of Fat Week, I usually bake a cake or cook a big meal, it's my thing. Thing is, my brother's usually around to partake so I never have to worry about leftovers. When I got in my experimental moods, he was there to pick up the slack and give me his opinion. It was a win-win, I cooked and relieved my stress...and he ate, which is by far his favorite thing to do. It's times like these when I realize how much I miss him. Recently, I was trying to find the perfect macaroni and cheese recipe to suit my tastebuds. Only on recipe was tried because I couldn't bear to eat the leftovers. So that's been left undone. Now here I am at the end of Fat Week with a recipe itching to be baked and no one to eat it. I'd take it in to the Bomb Squad, but I'm thinkin' that's just asking to...

Corey once told me (and just re-iterated) that I should have cameras follow me around. And I agree, and I thought my messed up family would be entertaining to watch. Never have I been proven SO wrong (not sure if "wronger's the right word for that sentence). In my LIFE. Meet the Carters: Yes, that's the Backstreet Boy and the disney kid that dated BOTH Lindsay Lohan and Hilary Duff going at it. What it had to do with Paris Hilton, I could NOT tell you but this scene won my loyal viewership for the remainder of the season. Not to mention the alcoholic sister that smokes as she cooks (and drinks) with the dream of being a chef and the drug addicted crazy mom that just asks for money. I love every second of it, the Carters have shown me dysfunction epitomized.

I' m having what I like to call a "fat week." What's that, you ask? It's a time when I'm simply not feeling confident, fun or approachable, I feel fat. This has nothing to do with "the curse" or anything else, it's just how I feel. I use the term fat in reference to myself all the time, but it's meant to be funny, takes the power away from the word. But every 6 months or so, I have a week where I do indeed feel fat and no one can tell me different. When I'm going through fat week, it's undetectable to those who do not know me and those who do, know the drill. What happens during fat week is one of two things: I become reclusive, wear fat clothes and am just all around unpretty or I'm just a quiet, fat blob that shoves her face with whatever taste tickles her palette at the time (usually McDonald's and coke). When blogging, I either do not write at all or write angry, ego shredding compositions about the world, life a...