The Resurrection of The Blog.

Good morning, good afternoon and good night. 


Wow, I haven't posted anything since 2010 huh? Fast forward to 2012: Easter Sunday, 3:09 a.m. Moreno Valley, California. I am currently sitting in the upstairs hallway of my parents house. I can't sleep, there is nothing good on t.v. and my room is a disaster. 


It's a good thing I didn't post about my shitty year (aka 2011) or else it just would have been a complete bitching spree on my part. Let me summarize it for you in a nutshell: more downs than ups, more pain than relief, more sorrow than joy, blah, blah and BLAH. In the words of Jay-Z, it's "HOOOOVA!" Praise Allah, Jesus, Buddha, or even if you don't praise a God, rejoice in the gift/game called LIFE.


If it's one thing that these past two years have taught me it's this: I work better as a individual rather than with a counter part. In other words, I have come to the conclusion that I should never get married..... EVER! Haaaaaa. In complete honesty, I am numb.


Numb? Yes, numb. I have been slapped in the face a mere dozen, two dozen, three dozen times. 2011 was the year of the "bitch slap" for me. Pardon my French, but I think I regrew or finally grew into my backbone. Anyway, back to my "life."


I am Amy M. Gonzales, with an S, not a Z.
I am 20 years old, with a 34 year old mentality.
I am an assistant manager at Zumiez (represent).  
I still don't like green beans and grape flavored anything.
I still suck at math and I love the smell of gasoline.
I still want to do something with journalism in my future career, hence why I am typing this.
I fell in love with dance all over again.
I lost contact with people I thought would, and I quote "always be there for me."
I am still short, talk fast and LOVE quesadillas. 


Damn, I'm really giving information right now as if I am doing one of those Myspace surveys you would post on a bulletin, circa 2004 - 2008. 


I am closing this post with a message to all that read this (I really hope people still read books, it saddens me that I haven't read a good one in ages, wait what I meant to say was I really hope people still know how to read, but my mind wandered off, damnit). 


My mom has constantly told me this for the past few days: "Easter is suppose to be a time of renewal." Call it whatever the hell you want, but shoot, I'm ready to just let bygones be bygones with people and keep it moving. 


Stress is stupid. Work can be stupid. People can just be down right stupid. Money is stupid. I'm just going to associate the word "stupid" after every sentence now to sound like a BAMF (if you don't know what that acronym means look it up on UrbanDictionary.com). 


Okay, now I'm tired and should really go to bed. Stay tuned for more on this blog and the BBM Radio blog. Remember to keep it posi and don't believe the hype.


Buena suerte,


-Amy G.