And then here are the pics that I took:
Oh yeah, Rockets won in double OT =)
Monday, December 29, 2008
The Bear
I went to the Rockets vs Jazz game a couple of nights ago. (I heart Yao Ming). Here are some pics that my bro shot:
And then here are the pics that I took:
Oh yeah, Rockets won in double OT =)
And then here are the pics that I took:
Oh yeah, Rockets won in double OT =)
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Senior Citizen Discount
As much as I try to deny it, the truth is smacking me silly in the face: I am getting old. Not physically (no wrinkles and I'm under 30). Not mentally (mind is sharp as a tack-I hope). But I'm in terms of my lifestyle. I can't remember the last time I stepped foot in a bar that wasn't for a networking event. Hell, I can't remember the last time I stayed up past 10:30.
Last weekend the BF and I stayed in. I bought a puzzle. 1000 pieces and I finished in less than 24 hours. (Did I mention that I'm under 30?). While at Walmart looking for said puzzle, I came across Yahtzee for $5. That went in the cart too.
There was an article on Yahoo! recently about TV shows. The highest rated 'unhip' show is NCIS, which consistently ranks 4th, but doesn't even make a blip on the radar with viewers ages 18-49. So either its extremely popular with SAT studying students or extremely popular with those nearing retirement. The BF and I watch it religiously.
All we need to do is jump in on his father's weekly bridge game at the neighborhood church and we're set.
Oh, and we love Scrabble.
Last weekend the BF and I stayed in. I bought a puzzle. 1000 pieces and I finished in less than 24 hours. (Did I mention that I'm under 30?). While at Walmart looking for said puzzle, I came across Yahtzee for $5. That went in the cart too.
There was an article on Yahoo! recently about TV shows. The highest rated 'unhip' show is NCIS, which consistently ranks 4th, but doesn't even make a blip on the radar with viewers ages 18-49. So either its extremely popular with SAT studying students or extremely popular with those nearing retirement. The BF and I watch it religiously.
All we need to do is jump in on his father's weekly bridge game at the neighborhood church and we're set.
Oh, and we love Scrabble.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Disgruntled Student
Dear Microecon Professor:
Two words: you SUCK. Oops. Make that three. You SUCK ROYALLY. I'm not sure what you thought you were teaching, but I can pretty much guarantee you it WAS NOT micro econ. What's the point of giving us Mickey Mouse problems during class and reaming us in the ass for homeworks and then further kicking us to the curb for finals?
There were two questions on your final that actually pertained to class. The others? The trappings of your own imagination. And who the fuck gives us a problem so hard that out of 280 students, only 5-10% are supposed to complete it? What's the point of testing us over something you haven't taught? And when you were totally demolished last year in student feedback, why put yourself through that torture again? Are you a masochist? You know you have the worse rep out of all professors, so why add to that? Just a heads up-it doesn't do you any good.
Thank you for my 'P' though. Its good to know that the As I got in undergrad were not in vain.
Sincerely,
Legalmisfit
Two words: you SUCK. Oops. Make that three. You SUCK ROYALLY. I'm not sure what you thought you were teaching, but I can pretty much guarantee you it WAS NOT micro econ. What's the point of giving us Mickey Mouse problems during class and reaming us in the ass for homeworks and then further kicking us to the curb for finals?
There were two questions on your final that actually pertained to class. The others? The trappings of your own imagination. And who the fuck gives us a problem so hard that out of 280 students, only 5-10% are supposed to complete it? What's the point of testing us over something you haven't taught? And when you were totally demolished last year in student feedback, why put yourself through that torture again? Are you a masochist? You know you have the worse rep out of all professors, so why add to that? Just a heads up-it doesn't do you any good.
Thank you for my 'P' though. Its good to know that the As I got in undergrad were not in vain.
Sincerely,
Legalmisfit
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Nature-esq
I know I haven't written anything in a while. It's hard with school. Not only is there a time constraint (blog or learn linear regression? oh the choices), but there's also the fact that I don't want to offend anyone or write something that I'll later regret (which pretty much emcompasses everything). Tomorrow is the first day of the new quarter. I did the undergraduate thing on the semester system. Let me tell you-its much different. The most frequent question I get asked is, "how do you learn enough to go through a midterm in 4 weeks and after another 4 weeks finals?" The answer? I don't. The quarter system involves a lot of cramming, and even more of the "next quarter I'm not going to fall behind and let this happen again" business. I pretty much know I'll start to slack after week 1. Its pretty much a given. Although I can't fathom going back to a semester system, I can't really say I've learned as much as I've wanted to under the quarter system.But on not better things...The day after my last final or "fuck you" final, I high tailed it out to Biltmore with J-Unit.
This was trip number 2 for me, but a lot more fun because J-Unit is more adventurous and more fun than my parents. I plan to go one more time with the BF when the Christmas festivities are in full swing. Somehow, knowing that, I got suckered into a 12 month pass. It gets worse later. But the 12 month pass got J-Unit a 15 buck discount on her admission price, and 10% off food and souvenirs. Somehow this made it worth the extra 40 bucks. No cameras were allowed inside the house (how un-ASIAN), so I have no interior pics to share.
However, the real fun was our outdoor activities. Forgive me for thinking that my 12month pass got us discounts on the outdoor activities. Because I didn't learn the first time around, I ended up upgrading my 12 month access pass to an "Explore Biltmore" pass for outdoorsy stuff. We rented mountain bikes. It sounds harmless, but the last time I was on a bike Bush Senior was in office. Surprisingly, all those sayings about riding a bike after two decades pretty much holds true. The first 10 minutes were a bit rough I have to admit. I actually didn't think I was going to make it back up after going 50 yards down a wrong path. The paved path and going downhill-NO PROB. Actually the first 30 minutes we thought we were the shit. Well, I thought we were the shit. And then all hell broke loose.I want to tell the worker bee at the bike rental desk that looks can be deceiving. She told us that we should make it up to the house with no problem. Oh there were big problems. The one and only one being that I wasn't fit enough to ride uphill. I had to walk my bike up most of the way. Is this why I rented a bike? I think not. Going back was a breeze. Except for the steep downhill section, where I was having difficulty balancing saying a last prayer and hoping that I don't hit a rock, fly off, and crack my head open. Mountain biking was a good intro to our outdoorsy activities. At least we've been on a bike before. Kayaking was next. I'm not a fan of non-shower/tub water. Meaning, I don't swim, I don't go into ponds, lakes, or any of the 7 oceans. Here is our Missing Persons poster:
Just in case we fell and got lost. Although there's only one way to float along a river, J-Unit and I still have a high chance of getting lost. We're that good.I was scared shitless of kayaking. How do I know how to steer or go forward? They gave lessons on going backwards, but the opposite direction seemed to be more important. Strangely enough, kayaking is intuitive. Not to say its easy, but its easy enough to pick up the basics. What our 5 minute crash course instructor failed to instruct us on was upending ourselves from rocks. The noise of grating over the rock was like imminent death. How much would it suck if I died of starvation or dehydration because I'm too fat and my arms are too weak to be able to dislodge myself and my kayak from rocks?? I can't even begin to fathom the embarrasment. And because we are that good, J-Unit and I got stuck on rocks probably on average once every 1.5 minutes. A fish struggles by flailing and flapping around when taken out of water. The only way I could figure out how to get myself unstuck from the rocks was the shimmy back and forth and side to side. I'm sure it was a sight to behold, but I was desperate. Already we were way beyond everyone else, but on top of that, the guides told us they would get worried if we didn't make it to the end within 2 hours. Most people are proud when they graduate, get a promotion, buy a new house. I was proud when we made it without falling into the water and without anyone rescuing us. Trust me-that was an accomplishment.The next day we did the Land Rover Experience Driving School. This was the main reason why we wanted to go to the Biltmore anyway. Let me just say that it was AMAZING. I think everyone should try it. Like the instructor said, it was definitely the most fun I've had at 5 mph.
Talk about adding to the list of things we "need." A freaking Range Rover.
This was trip number 2 for me, but a lot more fun because J-Unit is more adventurous and more fun than my parents. I plan to go one more time with the BF when the Christmas festivities are in full swing. Somehow, knowing that, I got suckered into a 12 month pass. It gets worse later. But the 12 month pass got J-Unit a 15 buck discount on her admission price, and 10% off food and souvenirs. Somehow this made it worth the extra 40 bucks. No cameras were allowed inside the house (how un-ASIAN), so I have no interior pics to share.
However, the real fun was our outdoor activities. Forgive me for thinking that my 12month pass got us discounts on the outdoor activities. Because I didn't learn the first time around, I ended up upgrading my 12 month access pass to an "Explore Biltmore" pass for outdoorsy stuff. We rented mountain bikes. It sounds harmless, but the last time I was on a bike Bush Senior was in office. Surprisingly, all those sayings about riding a bike after two decades pretty much holds true. The first 10 minutes were a bit rough I have to admit. I actually didn't think I was going to make it back up after going 50 yards down a wrong path. The paved path and going downhill-NO PROB. Actually the first 30 minutes we thought we were the shit. Well, I thought we were the shit. And then all hell broke loose.I want to tell the worker bee at the bike rental desk that looks can be deceiving. She told us that we should make it up to the house with no problem. Oh there were big problems. The one and only one being that I wasn't fit enough to ride uphill. I had to walk my bike up most of the way. Is this why I rented a bike? I think not. Going back was a breeze. Except for the steep downhill section, where I was having difficulty balancing saying a last prayer and hoping that I don't hit a rock, fly off, and crack my head open. Mountain biking was a good intro to our outdoorsy activities. At least we've been on a bike before. Kayaking was next. I'm not a fan of non-shower/tub water. Meaning, I don't swim, I don't go into ponds, lakes, or any of the 7 oceans. Here is our Missing Persons poster:
Just in case we fell and got lost. Although there's only one way to float along a river, J-Unit and I still have a high chance of getting lost. We're that good.I was scared shitless of kayaking. How do I know how to steer or go forward? They gave lessons on going backwards, but the opposite direction seemed to be more important. Strangely enough, kayaking is intuitive. Not to say its easy, but its easy enough to pick up the basics. What our 5 minute crash course instructor failed to instruct us on was upending ourselves from rocks. The noise of grating over the rock was like imminent death. How much would it suck if I died of starvation or dehydration because I'm too fat and my arms are too weak to be able to dislodge myself and my kayak from rocks?? I can't even begin to fathom the embarrasment. And because we are that good, J-Unit and I got stuck on rocks probably on average once every 1.5 minutes. A fish struggles by flailing and flapping around when taken out of water. The only way I could figure out how to get myself unstuck from the rocks was the shimmy back and forth and side to side. I'm sure it was a sight to behold, but I was desperate. Already we were way beyond everyone else, but on top of that, the guides told us they would get worried if we didn't make it to the end within 2 hours. Most people are proud when they graduate, get a promotion, buy a new house. I was proud when we made it without falling into the water and without anyone rescuing us. Trust me-that was an accomplishment.The next day we did the Land Rover Experience Driving School. This was the main reason why we wanted to go to the Biltmore anyway. Let me just say that it was AMAZING. I think everyone should try it. Like the instructor said, it was definitely the most fun I've had at 5 mph. 
Talk about adding to the list of things we "need." A freaking Range Rover.
Friday, August 29, 2008
What I Covet
There was a point in time when I liked the "finer" things in life. Lacoste sportswear, LV purses. A pair of Louboutins. These are things that I'd actually save up money for (except for Louboutins. Still waiting to magically afford my first pair).So this is warping effect of b school: I have an hp 12c calculator. For those who don't know, its a total geek calculator. For the most part I don't know how to use it, but I love it. Well, of the roughly forty five buttons and hundred different functions packaged in, I can use about 6 of them. Its not nice odds, but I learn a bit more everyday.
What makes this calculator so much cooler? It can store formulas and functions. Mine can't do that. =( So of course I want this now.What happened to the days when I drooled over this?But then the other day I noticed that a classmate had the PLATINUM hp 12c calculator. 
What's the difference? Its PLATINUM!!! Functionally, it's the same. But man, how I want this new calculator.This would be bad enough if it was the end of it.But its not.A classmate got the hp 17b II financial calculator. 
What happened to the good ol' days when I drooled over this?
What makes this calculator so much cooler? It can store formulas and functions. Mine can't do that. =( So of course I want this now.What happened to the days when I drooled over this?But then the other day I noticed that a classmate had the PLATINUM hp 12c calculator. 
What's the difference? Its PLATINUM!!! Functionally, it's the same. But man, how I want this new calculator.This would be bad enough if it was the end of it.But its not.A classmate got the hp 17b II financial calculator. 
What happened to the good ol' days when I drooled over this?
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Directionally Challenged
Sometimes I buy two similar products just to have them. Case in point: I own a 30G iPod. I love him. His name is O'Malley. I jam to Bon Jovi and Britney Spears in the car and at the gym. A month ago I was in the Apple store and realized that a Shuffle was only 80 bucks (because I'm also trying to save Africa from AIDS). I figured it would be good to take to the gym, especially since I want to start running (or jog, or powerwalk). I could use O'Malley, but I talked myself into buying a Shuffle because it was lighter, and I can just clip it to my t-shirt and away I go. For the record, I've used it twice.
Sometimes I just need to suck up and buy two similar products. Case in point: I met a classmate the other day for dinner at a restaurant neither of us have been to. I'm cool with going to new places since I have a Magellan. Well, for the most part getting to new places should consume far less fuel than life pre-Magellan. So I put in the destination, and away I go.
I find the restaurant on the first try (which is an amazing feat), and around 100 feet further there's a parking lot. Its actually a parking lot for the restaurant, a bar, and a grocery store among other things. I think that's what killed me.
15 minutes later I'm still walking up and down the sidewalk. I can't fucking find the restaurant. The same restaurant I saw 15 minutes ago that was next to the damn parking lot. After 5 more minutes of walking, I admit defeat and ask a couple walking by where the restaurant is. "Oh-all you have to do is turn around, walk back where you came from, past the parking lot, and its on the other side."
So what do I need? In addition to a GPS unit for my car, I need a handheld one. Stupid doesn't even begin to describe me.
Sometimes I just need to suck up and buy two similar products. Case in point: I met a classmate the other day for dinner at a restaurant neither of us have been to. I'm cool with going to new places since I have a Magellan. Well, for the most part getting to new places should consume far less fuel than life pre-Magellan. So I put in the destination, and away I go.
I find the restaurant on the first try (which is an amazing feat), and around 100 feet further there's a parking lot. Its actually a parking lot for the restaurant, a bar, and a grocery store among other things. I think that's what killed me.
15 minutes later I'm still walking up and down the sidewalk. I can't fucking find the restaurant. The same restaurant I saw 15 minutes ago that was next to the damn parking lot. After 5 more minutes of walking, I admit defeat and ask a couple walking by where the restaurant is. "Oh-all you have to do is turn around, walk back where you came from, past the parking lot, and its on the other side."
So what do I need? In addition to a GPS unit for my car, I need a handheld one. Stupid doesn't even begin to describe me.
Monday, July 7, 2008
The One That Got Away
It started off with:
Me: do you have a fire extinguisher?
Bf: No...
But quickly disintegrated to:
Me: hey! Why aren't you studying?
Bf: Well its hard to concentrate when you're cooking and ask me if I have a fire extinguisher
And ended with:
Bf: (looking at my cooking) hummm...maybe I should get a fire extinguisher
I like to take pictures of the meals I cook. Its proof that well...I can do something that resembles cooking and the results are something that resembles something edible.
Last night I cooked. But I don't have a picture to show for it. It's sad.
It was supposed to be chicken with a honey-cilantro glaze with oven roasted veggies. It turned out 3rd degree burned chicken with a honey-cilantro glaze with over cooked-wilted oven roasted veggies.
What's sad is that this was the first time I've ever burned chicken. Also, this was my first attempt at cooking for Bf. What a disaster. Now he thinks I can't cook (which is true), and probably thinks that the pictures of previous meals I showed him weren't mine (not true). The chicken was so burnt that I don't think poor starving children in Ethiopia would eat it. It was so bad Bf offered to cook tonight.
Me: do you have a fire extinguisher?
Bf: No...
But quickly disintegrated to:
Me: hey! Why aren't you studying?
Bf: Well its hard to concentrate when you're cooking and ask me if I have a fire extinguisher
And ended with:
Bf: (looking at my cooking) hummm...maybe I should get a fire extinguisher
I like to take pictures of the meals I cook. Its proof that well...I can do something that resembles cooking and the results are something that resembles something edible.
Last night I cooked. But I don't have a picture to show for it. It's sad.
It was supposed to be chicken with a honey-cilantro glaze with oven roasted veggies. It turned out 3rd degree burned chicken with a honey-cilantro glaze with over cooked-wilted oven roasted veggies.
What's sad is that this was the first time I've ever burned chicken. Also, this was my first attempt at cooking for Bf. What a disaster. Now he thinks I can't cook (which is true), and probably thinks that the pictures of previous meals I showed him weren't mine (not true). The chicken was so burnt that I don't think poor starving children in Ethiopia would eat it. It was so bad Bf offered to cook tonight.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
The Countdown Begins
Man. You'd think that after what my Bf said about me in my last post, he'd tread cautiously.
Wrong.
Since I've entered her life, Jessie's been in heaven. Although she's not allowed, Jessie snoozes on the couch. We know this b/c there's dog hair on the couch. Hummm...wonder how that got there. But when I'm around, she gets on the couch. Even though Bf doesn't allow it. I do, because its easier to pet her when we're both on the couch versus me on the couch and her laying down. It puts a crick in my neck.
The bed is also off limits. She gets away with it every once in a while with me, but Bf's not fond of it. Something about how she needs boundaries, and they're all disappearing now that I've arrived. Whatever-I tend to tune him out after that.
Oh hell, ever since I started spending the night, Jessie's been upstairs in our room. Bf used to leave her downstairs and put the kiddy gate at the foot of the stairs so she couldn't get up. Hence why she would sleep on the couch and then get off when she heard him coming down. But now he's moved her cushion and blanket into his bedroom and she sleeps there everynight. Even nights I'm not there. See how I'm slowly but surely changing him? HAHA!!
She's gone to the bathroom inside the house, and Bf gets really mad. She's trained to not do that, but you know...shit happens. Literally. We're really good at letting her out before we head upstairs, but the other night we forgot. Oops. So she did her thing right outside his closet door.
Bf woke up because Jessie was acting crazy, saw what she did, and had to clean it up ASAP. Then he took her downstairs, put her in her crate, and started stuying in the kitchen, but supposedly Jessie was whining so loudly that Bf was afraid it would wake up, so he let her out.
I slept through it all. I slept through her acting crazy, through Bf turning on the closet light and cleaning up her mess, through her whining downstairs. But that's not the point.
I mentioned how I was surprised that I slept through everything. I'm not a light sleeper, but usually noise for a substantial amount of time will wake me up. And what did my loving and caring Bf say?
"Yeah, you were totally out. And there was some weird noises. I wasn't sure if it was you or Jessie farting."
Anybody see D-Day coming?
Wrong.
Since I've entered her life, Jessie's been in heaven. Although she's not allowed, Jessie snoozes on the couch. We know this b/c there's dog hair on the couch. Hummm...wonder how that got there. But when I'm around, she gets on the couch. Even though Bf doesn't allow it. I do, because its easier to pet her when we're both on the couch versus me on the couch and her laying down. It puts a crick in my neck.
The bed is also off limits. She gets away with it every once in a while with me, but Bf's not fond of it. Something about how she needs boundaries, and they're all disappearing now that I've arrived. Whatever-I tend to tune him out after that.
Oh hell, ever since I started spending the night, Jessie's been upstairs in our room. Bf used to leave her downstairs and put the kiddy gate at the foot of the stairs so she couldn't get up. Hence why she would sleep on the couch and then get off when she heard him coming down. But now he's moved her cushion and blanket into his bedroom and she sleeps there everynight. Even nights I'm not there. See how I'm slowly but surely changing him? HAHA!!
She's gone to the bathroom inside the house, and Bf gets really mad. She's trained to not do that, but you know...shit happens. Literally. We're really good at letting her out before we head upstairs, but the other night we forgot. Oops. So she did her thing right outside his closet door.
Bf woke up because Jessie was acting crazy, saw what she did, and had to clean it up ASAP. Then he took her downstairs, put her in her crate, and started stuying in the kitchen, but supposedly Jessie was whining so loudly that Bf was afraid it would wake up, so he let her out.
I slept through it all. I slept through her acting crazy, through Bf turning on the closet light and cleaning up her mess, through her whining downstairs. But that's not the point.
I mentioned how I was surprised that I slept through everything. I'm not a light sleeper, but usually noise for a substantial amount of time will wake me up. And what did my loving and caring Bf say?
"Yeah, you were totally out. And there was some weird noises. I wasn't sure if it was you or Jessie farting."
Anybody see D-Day coming?
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Foot in Mouth
The reason I'm attaining a higher education is because I don't have model looks to rely on. That being said, I'm not skinny. Well, let me clarify- I'm not skinny compared to the average American, but I am skinny compared to a sumo wrestler. You get my drift.
I have a gym membership that I think about going more often than I actually go. My stomach isn't flat and hard, and my ass isn't tight and bouncy. When its all tallied up though, I'm not too too shabby.
I like screwing around with Jessie and try to dodge her. Usually this comes in the form of her chasing me around Bf's house. It totally gets her riled up and for the next hour she's literally stuck by my side. Last night she was chasing me around, and when I stopped, she jumped on me. She's trained to not jump on people, but when she gets excited, she forgets everything. When she jumped on me, her right paw lifted up my shirt, and she scratched me from the bottom of the boob diagonally across my stomach.
Ouch.
Later I lifted up my shirt to show Bf what his dog did to me.
"Look at this!!!"
His response? "Cardio will take care of that."
I think the look of utter shock on my face hit him hard and he realized I was referring to the scratch mark, and not my stomach flab.
Welcome to relationships.
I have a gym membership that I think about going more often than I actually go. My stomach isn't flat and hard, and my ass isn't tight and bouncy. When its all tallied up though, I'm not too too shabby.
I like screwing around with Jessie and try to dodge her. Usually this comes in the form of her chasing me around Bf's house. It totally gets her riled up and for the next hour she's literally stuck by my side. Last night she was chasing me around, and when I stopped, she jumped on me. She's trained to not jump on people, but when she gets excited, she forgets everything. When she jumped on me, her right paw lifted up my shirt, and she scratched me from the bottom of the boob diagonally across my stomach.
Ouch.
Later I lifted up my shirt to show Bf what his dog did to me.
"Look at this!!!"
His response? "Cardio will take care of that."
I think the look of utter shock on my face hit him hard and he realized I was referring to the scratch mark, and not my stomach flab.
Welcome to relationships.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Maytag Man
This is the first time in years that I've lived by myself. I would rather suffer through 3 root canals and a 10 ingrown toenails than live by myself. Needless to say, I don't do it when I don't have to. But...I am living by myself now. Which means I have to buy everything myself from scratch. I just bought a sofa last weekend, and will be getting a dinette set this weekend.
My fridge should be stocked, since no one will stock it if I don't. However, currently an old bag of grapes and a Brita filter reside there. Nothing else. I would grocery shop, but I am lucky enough to find a guy who is willing to house me, feed me, and let me play with his dog. I really am never home.
However, before all this, I had the lofty goals of cooking myself. I bought a brand new set of pots and pans, and went to Costco and bought enough Cascade to clean a few rounds of cruise ship dishes. After the dishwasher was loaded, I turned it on, and nothing happened. Now since there's only a dial on the dishwasher, its not like I had much to fiddle around with. So I popped the door open, and all the dishwashing liquid had already fallen out. Fantastic. So I unload everything, head out to the leasing center, and fill out a maintenance form. Simply put: dishwasher does not turn on.
Went and ran errands.
Came back, and the maintenance form left on my kitchen read: need to flip dishwasher switch.
Huh?
Since when did dishwashers have a switch that needed flipping? See? This is what happens when I live with someone else. All this stuff is already done and spoken for. No worries. Re-load dishwasher, made sure switch is flipped, put in more dishwashing liquid, and off it goes!
Three days later I find myself in my apartment for more than half an hour, and decide to unload the dishwasher, as well as do a load of laundry and break down boxes (this is about as domestic as I am going to get). Opened the door, and shit-the bottom of the dishwasher is filled to the brim with water. WTF. Half an inch more, and it would have spilled out onto the kitchen floor.
After I unload the goodies, I head out to the leasing center, and fill out another maintenance form. Simply put: dishwasher flooded.
So now the problem is that I have to run the sink disposal at some point to make sure there's no excess water in the washer. Huh? I am baffled. Do I run it before I run the dishwasher? While the dishes are being washed? Afterwards? I have no clue. Maintenance claimed it had to do with the sink being backed up, which will backup the dishwasher. Which I find scary because hello, I havne't done anything to back up the sink. I haven't cooked or eaten anything because I don't have clean pots or pans (duh), or clean silverware, and don't even own a set of plates yet. Maybe the person before me was grinding body parts in the sink...
My fridge should be stocked, since no one will stock it if I don't. However, currently an old bag of grapes and a Brita filter reside there. Nothing else. I would grocery shop, but I am lucky enough to find a guy who is willing to house me, feed me, and let me play with his dog. I really am never home.
However, before all this, I had the lofty goals of cooking myself. I bought a brand new set of pots and pans, and went to Costco and bought enough Cascade to clean a few rounds of cruise ship dishes. After the dishwasher was loaded, I turned it on, and nothing happened. Now since there's only a dial on the dishwasher, its not like I had much to fiddle around with. So I popped the door open, and all the dishwashing liquid had already fallen out. Fantastic. So I unload everything, head out to the leasing center, and fill out a maintenance form. Simply put: dishwasher does not turn on.
Went and ran errands.
Came back, and the maintenance form left on my kitchen read: need to flip dishwasher switch.
Huh?
Since when did dishwashers have a switch that needed flipping? See? This is what happens when I live with someone else. All this stuff is already done and spoken for. No worries. Re-load dishwasher, made sure switch is flipped, put in more dishwashing liquid, and off it goes!
Three days later I find myself in my apartment for more than half an hour, and decide to unload the dishwasher, as well as do a load of laundry and break down boxes (this is about as domestic as I am going to get). Opened the door, and shit-the bottom of the dishwasher is filled to the brim with water. WTF. Half an inch more, and it would have spilled out onto the kitchen floor.
After I unload the goodies, I head out to the leasing center, and fill out another maintenance form. Simply put: dishwasher flooded.
So now the problem is that I have to run the sink disposal at some point to make sure there's no excess water in the washer. Huh? I am baffled. Do I run it before I run the dishwasher? While the dishes are being washed? Afterwards? I have no clue. Maintenance claimed it had to do with the sink being backed up, which will backup the dishwasher. Which I find scary because hello, I havne't done anything to back up the sink. I haven't cooked or eaten anything because I don't have clean pots or pans (duh), or clean silverware, and don't even own a set of plates yet. Maybe the person before me was grinding body parts in the sink...
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
The Nanny
My family works. There's no way around it-no ifs, ands, or buts. As a result, my brother and I have been brought up with a strong work ethic (him more than me) and a need to pull in a paycheck.
Now that I am a full time student, the money goes out but a paycheck never comes in. Trust me when I say it sucks. I am attending "math camp" for the months of June and July. I suck at math, and don't want to be in the "sink" position when the fall quarter begins. Needless to say, the first few days are slow, and its mainly administrative stuff. So, to preoccupy my mind from a)not having a car b)not having money and c) slowly but surely going insane, I hang out at bf's pad. He's not there (thankfully fully employed), but its alright. I keep Jessie company. Ok, well, Jessie keeps me company.
But in entertaining her, I've realized how much I feel like a nanny/stay-at-home mom. I even told BF this, which got a funny look, but...eventually, a laugh (I am a riot). I started off the day washing dishes and cleaning the kitchen. The kitchen layout is such that there is a vent right under the sink where my feet are planted. Its cold. Sadly, the air conditioning unit just downright sucks, and while my feet are growing icicles, the rest of the house is plain hot. A side note-its broke 100 degrees the past few days, which is unheard of in this part of the country at this time of the year. Usually, these temperatures hit around July-August. Not early June.
Anyway, so while I'm loading up the dishwasher, I decide to go out and get kitchen rugs. One for the sink, and one to put in front of the stove. So I get my things ready, load Jessie up in the car, and off we go. Holy shit it is hot as all hell. I feel like I'm in an inferno surrounded by heat and...well...trees. Jessie's my copilot (although she sheds more in shotgun than gives worthwile directions), and I hate to leave her in the car for an extended period of time, so I haul ass in Target, and then out of Target, and we're back home.
Jessie's a 70 lbs. labrador retriever with a huge personality and a propensity to lick. Everything. She thinks she's a lap dog, and one of her favorite pasttimes, I've noticed, is getting right up in my grill and panting. Even though she's adorable, her breathe stinks. Its hot, and smells of dog food. Constantly. I shouldn't be complaining about her panting. All hell breaks loose when she starts licking, because her bad breathe clings to my face, neck, arms, and legs.
The only solution I could come up with is to take her to Petsmart and have them brush her teeth. Well if I do that, I might as well take her in to get a bath. So off we go to Petsmart. I drop her off, and have two hours to run all my errands. After I pick her up, we cruise around the neighborhood. She likes it when I roll the window down so she can stick her head out the window. We've done it before, but because of cars behind us, we end up going roughly 50 mph, which is a tad bit too fast for her. She likes it when I cruise at school zone speed. After doing that for about 20 minutes, we head home, and it is dinner time.
When did taking care of a dog become a full time job?
Monday, June 9, 2008
A Whole New World
As I slowly settle into my new life, I've noticed a few things. The most prevalent is that I am way too high strung. This is probably a product of living in a huge cities my whole life. Out here in BFE, the pace is much slower. I'm talking much slower like watching paint dry. Hopefully this will help me slow down, and take time and smell the roses.
Here's another thing: why do people complain about rush hour here? Let me tell you-rush hour is anything 20mph and under (basically, school zone). Anyone in their right mind would not consider 45 mph 'rush hour.' Please. If that's the worst it gets out here, I'm never leaving.
I love trees. But not when it causes me to get lost. And boy do I get lost. A lot. But its not my fault- in LA, I got by because of major landmarks, buildings, and signage. Here's there's absolutely nothing but trees. I can't tell the damn difference between one one-way road and another. Its all the same-they're all windy and lined with trees. Half the time I feel like I'm driving from one end of BFE to another. I don't know how other people do it, but its near impossible for me. The bright side is...wait...there is no bright side. I mentioned to someone that there are so many dense pockets of trees that it would be easy for a killer to hide a body. Somehow I thought it was very feasible, but I received a strange look. Hummm...
This is Jessie. Isn't she a cutie pie? This is one of the few calm moments she's had, although she's half sitting on my legs. She's my friend's dog, but I'm trying to take over. Slowly but surely...
I've spent a lot of time lately with her, and have the battle wounds to show for it. Two bruises on my right knee, a bruise on my middle finger of my right hand, and scratches on both my arms. She has totally manhandled me.
Here's another thing: why do people complain about rush hour here? Let me tell you-rush hour is anything 20mph and under (basically, school zone). Anyone in their right mind would not consider 45 mph 'rush hour.' Please. If that's the worst it gets out here, I'm never leaving.
I love trees. But not when it causes me to get lost. And boy do I get lost. A lot. But its not my fault- in LA, I got by because of major landmarks, buildings, and signage. Here's there's absolutely nothing but trees. I can't tell the damn difference between one one-way road and another. Its all the same-they're all windy and lined with trees. Half the time I feel like I'm driving from one end of BFE to another. I don't know how other people do it, but its near impossible for me. The bright side is...wait...there is no bright side. I mentioned to someone that there are so many dense pockets of trees that it would be easy for a killer to hide a body. Somehow I thought it was very feasible, but I received a strange look. Hummm...
This is Jessie. Isn't she a cutie pie? This is one of the few calm moments she's had, although she's half sitting on my legs. She's my friend's dog, but I'm trying to take over. Slowly but surely...I've spent a lot of time lately with her, and have the battle wounds to show for it. Two bruises on my right knee, a bruise on my middle finger of my right hand, and scratches on both my arms. She has totally manhandled me.
Friday, May 9, 2008
Part Deux
Here are the remaining pics from my celebrity-house-stalking and Catalina Island weekend.
This is Hilary Duff's home.
Jennifer Aniston's home. I don't particularly care for the style of the roof or the green color. I think it is UGLY. But hey, I can only say so much since I can't afford 1/4th of the ugliness.
Tom Anderson's new home. He's the millionaire founder of MySpace. You know..he's everyone's friend. Almost like Elmo...
Does this home look familiar? No? What-did you not grow up watching tv? This is the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air home!!
I'm on the pedalboat here. And I know you can't see the pedalboat, but believe me, J-Unit and I were on it. And you see how close to the water I am? I'm heavy. I'm quite amazed the boat didn't sink.
This is Hilary Duff's home.
Jennifer Aniston's home. I don't particularly care for the style of the roof or the green color. I think it is UGLY. But hey, I can only say so much since I can't afford 1/4th of the ugliness.
Tom Anderson's new home. He's the millionaire founder of MySpace. You know..he's everyone's friend. Almost like Elmo...
Does this home look familiar? No? What-did you not grow up watching tv? This is the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air home!!
I'm on the pedalboat here. And I know you can't see the pedalboat, but believe me, J-Unit and I were on it. And you see how close to the water I am? I'm heavy. I'm quite amazed the boat didn't sink.
Sunday, May 4, 2008
Los Angeles
J-Unit visited last weekend. I wanted to go on the movie star's home tour. I understand that the general consensus is that stuff like this is cheesy. Well, I can't really refute that. But...instead of you having to fork over $32 to go on the tour, I'm going to post some of the pics from the tour. The ones I don't put up on here are simply the result of us not having the intellectual capacity or foresight to write down the names of all the celebrity homes we snapped pics of.
Reese Witherspoon's house (although I am Asian, and like to take pictures, I am not good at it. This is not one of those instances where practice makes perfect. In my defense, however, the bus was moving...)
Paris Hilton's house
Dr. Phil's house. Isn't this house gorgeous? Dr. Phil owns this house. Here's what he did with his career (follow these steps and maybe one day you too will own a nice ass mansion)
1) Have disciplinary sanctions imposed on you for unethical and inappropriate behavior by the Board of Examiners of Psychologists.
2) Fail to complete conditions imposed by said Board, and not have a license to practice psychology.
3) Enter the weight-loss business with the "Shape Up" brand that does not stimulate weight loss.
4) Pull said weight loss products off the market so the FTC does not further investigate in your shananigans.
5) Engage in the "Britney Spears intervention"
Simon Cowell's mansion in progress.
We also went to Catalina since I've never been. The island is absolutely gorgeous. Look at all the yachts. J-Unit is going to own one one day. We decided that she would work on getting a yacht and I'd work on getting mansion. Ask me in 10 years how far I've progressed on this dream--it'll be amazing feat if I can keep the same address for more than a year...
We took a tour of the Casino. Back then a casino was a social gathering place. Imagine my initial disappointment when I realized there would be no blackjack, slots, or craps. Nonetheless, the Casino is an awesome place.
This is the theater. There's a ton of amazing facts about the theater. Sadly, I don't remember any of them. Oh-the gold stars on the ceiling are actually real gold-not gold colored paint. Also, this is the only place in the world with its original organ (bottom right). Did that make sense? Probably not. Moving on...
This is one of the walls of the theaters. Although it is incredibly beautiful, sitting in the theater, I felt like I was in hell it was so red. Instead of frightening me, though, I just fell asleep in the middle of the presentation.
I have a bunch more pictures (I am, afterall, Asian), but I am tired and no longer want to upload pics, so they'll have to come out at a later date. I do, however, want to address something that happened last night that absolutely pissed me off and reminded me how asinine and uncaring some people can be.
I went to see Forgetting Sarah Marshall last night (it was hilarious and I highly recommend it-there are even schlong shots for those interested...) and sat in the row above the handicapped section. The handicap section is not really a section, per say, but one seat marked handicap, and four seats next to it. Those four seats were taken. Before the movie starts, a girl in crutches approaches with her friend and an usher. The usher asks the guy (I will call him Douche Bag, or DB, for short) to move so the girl and her friend can sit there. DB and his friends get up, but don't want to move. Their reason? Only that one particular seat was marked handicap, the other four weren't, so they shouldn't have to move. Oh fabulous. Are you shitting me?
I realize that there probably weren't four empty seats available together anywhere else in the theater, but I don't understand why DB was such a DB and the four of them couldn't split up into twos, and just have two people move. So the girl in crutches sat there and her friend had to sit somewhere else. What an absolute ass. We would have moved, but we were five and six seats into our row, and there was no way she would have made it to our seats with crutches. So while I'm not one to wish ill on others, I sincerely hope DB breaks his leg, pulls a tendon, gets blessed with five ingrown toenails simulanteously-anything to put him in crutches, and then waltz into a situation where others don't give a damn about his condition.
Reese Witherspoon's house (although I am Asian, and like to take pictures, I am not good at it. This is not one of those instances where practice makes perfect. In my defense, however, the bus was moving...)
Paris Hilton's house 
Dr. Phil's house. Isn't this house gorgeous? Dr. Phil owns this house. Here's what he did with his career (follow these steps and maybe one day you too will own a nice ass mansion)1) Have disciplinary sanctions imposed on you for unethical and inappropriate behavior by the Board of Examiners of Psychologists.
2) Fail to complete conditions imposed by said Board, and not have a license to practice psychology.
3) Enter the weight-loss business with the "Shape Up" brand that does not stimulate weight loss.
4) Pull said weight loss products off the market so the FTC does not further investigate in your shananigans.
5) Engage in the "Britney Spears intervention"
Simon Cowell's mansion in progress.
We also went to Catalina since I've never been. The island is absolutely gorgeous. Look at all the yachts. J-Unit is going to own one one day. We decided that she would work on getting a yacht and I'd work on getting mansion. Ask me in 10 years how far I've progressed on this dream--it'll be amazing feat if I can keep the same address for more than a year...
We took a tour of the Casino. Back then a casino was a social gathering place. Imagine my initial disappointment when I realized there would be no blackjack, slots, or craps. Nonetheless, the Casino is an awesome place.
This is the theater. There's a ton of amazing facts about the theater. Sadly, I don't remember any of them. Oh-the gold stars on the ceiling are actually real gold-not gold colored paint. Also, this is the only place in the world with its original organ (bottom right). Did that make sense? Probably not. Moving on...
This is one of the walls of the theaters. Although it is incredibly beautiful, sitting in the theater, I felt like I was in hell it was so red. Instead of frightening me, though, I just fell asleep in the middle of the presentation. I have a bunch more pictures (I am, afterall, Asian), but I am tired and no longer want to upload pics, so they'll have to come out at a later date. I do, however, want to address something that happened last night that absolutely pissed me off and reminded me how asinine and uncaring some people can be.
I went to see Forgetting Sarah Marshall last night (it was hilarious and I highly recommend it-there are even schlong shots for those interested...) and sat in the row above the handicapped section. The handicap section is not really a section, per say, but one seat marked handicap, and four seats next to it. Those four seats were taken. Before the movie starts, a girl in crutches approaches with her friend and an usher. The usher asks the guy (I will call him Douche Bag, or DB, for short) to move so the girl and her friend can sit there. DB and his friends get up, but don't want to move. Their reason? Only that one particular seat was marked handicap, the other four weren't, so they shouldn't have to move. Oh fabulous. Are you shitting me?
I realize that there probably weren't four empty seats available together anywhere else in the theater, but I don't understand why DB was such a DB and the four of them couldn't split up into twos, and just have two people move. So the girl in crutches sat there and her friend had to sit somewhere else. What an absolute ass. We would have moved, but we were five and six seats into our row, and there was no way she would have made it to our seats with crutches. So while I'm not one to wish ill on others, I sincerely hope DB breaks his leg, pulls a tendon, gets blessed with five ingrown toenails simulanteously-anything to put him in crutches, and then waltz into a situation where others don't give a damn about his condition.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
There's a Disease With My Name on It
As part of the process of getting myself ready for b school, I have to show proof of immunization. I have no clue how to read the immunization form. There's numbers and subscripts all over the chart that I can't decipher. The bad thing is that the numbers are 0, 1, 2, and 3. Really, it doesn't go higher than that. Looking at my past immunization history (which is disjointed and a bit on the chaotic side, with part of it in Chinese), it seems that some doctor or clinic missed something along the way.
The first shot I needed was TD. Or DT. Whatever. Its the tetanus-diphtheria shot. No biggie since it only runs for 10 years and the last shot I got was back in 1992. I'm ok with that. But...I needed 2 measles, 2 mumps, and 1 rubella shot, or two MMRs-which is the wicked trifecta. Somehow, I am missing one mumps shot. I have no idea how that one happened, since the shots are usually given together. According to the clinic, most people get their first MMR shot after their first birthday, and then another one basically whenever. I have the 'whenever' one back in 1992, but I don't have the one after my first birthday. How my undergraduate school (UT) and my law school (Santa Clara) accepted me without one of the shots is beyond me. Oh wait. Measles, mumps, and rubella aren't all that prevalent in the United States.
Will someone please tell my b school that? The MMR shot alone costs $125. The tetanus shot $50. And then an administrative fee of $25 (folding one sheet of paper in half and writing my name on it with the two shots I received). All together? $200 bucks. The MMR vaccine is what they call a 'live' vaccine. Which means that a few days after my shot I should expect to be a bit sick. 200 fucking dollars. And I could probably go to some third world country and get a dose of MMR just by breathing the air.
The first shot I needed was TD. Or DT. Whatever. Its the tetanus-diphtheria shot. No biggie since it only runs for 10 years and the last shot I got was back in 1992. I'm ok with that. But...I needed 2 measles, 2 mumps, and 1 rubella shot, or two MMRs-which is the wicked trifecta. Somehow, I am missing one mumps shot. I have no idea how that one happened, since the shots are usually given together. According to the clinic, most people get their first MMR shot after their first birthday, and then another one basically whenever. I have the 'whenever' one back in 1992, but I don't have the one after my first birthday. How my undergraduate school (UT) and my law school (Santa Clara) accepted me without one of the shots is beyond me. Oh wait. Measles, mumps, and rubella aren't all that prevalent in the United States.
Will someone please tell my b school that? The MMR shot alone costs $125. The tetanus shot $50. And then an administrative fee of $25 (folding one sheet of paper in half and writing my name on it with the two shots I received). All together? $200 bucks. The MMR vaccine is what they call a 'live' vaccine. Which means that a few days after my shot I should expect to be a bit sick. 200 fucking dollars. And I could probably go to some third world country and get a dose of MMR just by breathing the air.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
My Story
Work knows I will bid them farewell in a month or so. They've known from the get go that I applied to b school. The other day I got a request from someone in marketing for my 'bio' to put on an RFP (request for production). There's a million things in the world I would rather do (stab my eyes with an ice pick) than write about myself. So I emailed my coworker back and told her that I'm leaving in a few weeks, so I'd rather not do one.
She emailed me back saying that the RFP is for April 2008, so I kinda can't get out of writing one.
Fabulous. However, I did see the bios of other coworkers. The difference is that I have not been working for a long enough time. Everyone else has put in 5 years here, 10 years there, blah blah blah. Me? I've been in compliance for under 3 years.
Here's what I got so far:
"Legalmisfit is the Compliance Associate for XYZ and likes meat on a stick."
She emailed me back saying that the RFP is for April 2008, so I kinda can't get out of writing one.
Fabulous. However, I did see the bios of other coworkers. The difference is that I have not been working for a long enough time. Everyone else has put in 5 years here, 10 years there, blah blah blah. Me? I've been in compliance for under 3 years.
Here's what I got so far:
"Legalmisfit is the Compliance Associate for XYZ and likes meat on a stick."
Monday, April 7, 2008
Oh What an Experience!
This past weekend was Experience Weekend at UNC. Basically its a time to check out the school, the potential classmates, the professors and much more. Its also a time for the school to woo any students on the fence about attending.
Although the weather was utter crap and my brain was functioning at 8%, I had a blast and fell in love with UNC. Its a fantastic institution, and my classmates are fun, smart, and overall great people. I can see myself spending the next two years here and loving it.
Even watching UNC get clobbered in the Final Four was fun. It was brutal, and I have never heard the crowd go so crazy when UNC was behind by 12 points, but hey, it was fun.
My flight out to RDU stopped in Phoenix. I was hungry enough (and smart enough) to get off the plane and hunt for food (the Phoenix to RDU route was 5 hours). I wasn't smart enough to put away my ID and...duh--there it goes. I spazzed for about a good hour until I realized that because I never clean out my wallet, I had my expired driver's license. Score!!!
My hotel was just a hotel. Ok-it wasn't anything fabulous, but for the price, it was good. I went downstairs to the lobby and reported that I had no hair dryer in my room. And yes, I looked in the bathroom, the closet area, and all dresser drawers. Couldn't find it. Later that night, I realized it was one of those that are built into the bathroom wall. 1.5 feet from where I applied make up. Maybe my brain was actually functioning at 3.5% instead of 8.
Although the weather was utter crap and my brain was functioning at 8%, I had a blast and fell in love with UNC. Its a fantastic institution, and my classmates are fun, smart, and overall great people. I can see myself spending the next two years here and loving it.
Even watching UNC get clobbered in the Final Four was fun. It was brutal, and I have never heard the crowd go so crazy when UNC was behind by 12 points, but hey, it was fun.
My flight out to RDU stopped in Phoenix. I was hungry enough (and smart enough) to get off the plane and hunt for food (the Phoenix to RDU route was 5 hours). I wasn't smart enough to put away my ID and...duh--there it goes. I spazzed for about a good hour until I realized that because I never clean out my wallet, I had my expired driver's license. Score!!!
My hotel was just a hotel. Ok-it wasn't anything fabulous, but for the price, it was good. I went downstairs to the lobby and reported that I had no hair dryer in my room. And yes, I looked in the bathroom, the closet area, and all dresser drawers. Couldn't find it. Later that night, I realized it was one of those that are built into the bathroom wall. 1.5 feet from where I applied make up. Maybe my brain was actually functioning at 3.5% instead of 8.
Thursday, April 3, 2008
A Different Kind of Prosperous
There are plenty of people out there that think I'm going to be rich. One day. I don't agree or disagree. I will say that I'm nearly 30, own a 5 year old car, own a ton of stuffed animals. What I don't own is a home. Maybe I'm on the road less traveled to my millions...
Sometimes fortune cookies give great fortunes (You are well liked by many people). Sometimes I get command cookies (Make your bed every morning). And other times, they're just shit fortunes all the way around. Two days ago my fortune read, "Your wealth will be great health."
Like I said, sometimes its just shit fortunes all the way around. I have to admit, I'd rather be 'wealthy' with evidence of a fatty bank account (or offshore Swiss bank account), and not by simply...still being alive. I have high blood pressure, high cholesterol, and probably a whole host of other bad things (I'm too lazy to sit there and read every item on the list at the doc's office so in one fell swoop its all 'N/A'). These are my health problems and I am ok with it. Part of it is my diet. Part of it is genes, but I accept that. What I can't accept is being broke the rest of my life.
Needless to say I didn't eat the fortune cookie. That's the only way I know to reject it.
Sometimes fortune cookies give great fortunes (You are well liked by many people). Sometimes I get command cookies (Make your bed every morning). And other times, they're just shit fortunes all the way around. Two days ago my fortune read, "Your wealth will be great health."
Like I said, sometimes its just shit fortunes all the way around. I have to admit, I'd rather be 'wealthy' with evidence of a fatty bank account (or offshore Swiss bank account), and not by simply...still being alive. I have high blood pressure, high cholesterol, and probably a whole host of other bad things (I'm too lazy to sit there and read every item on the list at the doc's office so in one fell swoop its all 'N/A'). These are my health problems and I am ok with it. Part of it is my diet. Part of it is genes, but I accept that. What I can't accept is being broke the rest of my life.
Needless to say I didn't eat the fortune cookie. That's the only way I know to reject it.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Leaving on a Midnight Train to Georgia
The thought of driving coast to coast is not a pretty one. So yesterday I decided to price out how much it would cost to have my car transported. In one fell swoop I don't want to put so many miles on my car, and risk flat tires and other mishaps (I've gotten more flat tires than I care to remember).
I gave two websites my info for quotes. Remember, this was yesterday. As of 4 minutes ago, I've gotten 29 emails from various companies offering to move my car. 29!!! And that's not even including the phone calls I've received. Am I everybody's last hope? Why the fuck won't they leave me alone? Even car salesmen aren't nearly this bad! But I can tell you one company which will definitely not be getting my business: the one that addressed me as MR. In conclusion, moving companies are fast moving up my 'shit list' ladder. They way they're going, they're going to out-pace the ABA in terms of the number of unwanted emails. Now that's saying something.
Now I'm scared shitless. I haven't started packing, although I've entertained the notion on more than one occasion. I still have to sell my bed and table, and donate clothes that I bought when I had an apparent lapse in eyesight. I have two months before I move. In between now and then I will:
-spend a weekend in North Carolina
-spend a weekend in Vegas
-spend a weekend in Texas
-spend half a week in DC
Of course I have to fit in packing in between all these cross country jaunts. You say it can't be done? I second that...
I gave two websites my info for quotes. Remember, this was yesterday. As of 4 minutes ago, I've gotten 29 emails from various companies offering to move my car. 29!!! And that's not even including the phone calls I've received. Am I everybody's last hope? Why the fuck won't they leave me alone? Even car salesmen aren't nearly this bad! But I can tell you one company which will definitely not be getting my business: the one that addressed me as MR. In conclusion, moving companies are fast moving up my 'shit list' ladder. They way they're going, they're going to out-pace the ABA in terms of the number of unwanted emails. Now that's saying something.
Now I'm scared shitless. I haven't started packing, although I've entertained the notion on more than one occasion. I still have to sell my bed and table, and donate clothes that I bought when I had an apparent lapse in eyesight. I have two months before I move. In between now and then I will:
-spend a weekend in North Carolina
-spend a weekend in Vegas
-spend a weekend in Texas
-spend half a week in DC
Of course I have to fit in packing in between all these cross country jaunts. You say it can't be done? I second that...
Monday, March 24, 2008
One Man Band
Whenever a long weekend approaches, I make a list of all the things that I want to get done. I figure that if there's an extra day to do everything I need to do, there's no way I can't finish.
Wrong.
At the end of the long weekend, nothing on my list ever gets marked off. Nothing. Some things I had to do this past weekend: grocery shop, clean out closet, hook up Blue Tooth, laundry.
What I actually did: read. sleep. Rock Band. Wash. Rinse. Repeat.
I'm somewhat decent on the guitar. Mind you, I still jam on Medium. I tried hard, and FAILED before vocals even started. My excuse for not going past Medium is simple: I want to enjoy playing. When PS3 becomes a chore, that's when I walk away. So being the bad ass rocker chick that I am, I finished the solo tour on guitar. Instead of running down my list of things to do and actually doing one of them, I decided to try the drums.
I nearly passed out.
On Easy. When I'm on, I'm on. But when I'm off, I am most definitely off. I felt a sweat bead or two roll down the side of my face. My breathing became more rushed. I panicked. Drums was like an anxiety attack waiting to happen.
Fortunately my roomie arrived and saved me. So I switched to vocals. I'm not bad when its girl songs. But when its boy songs, like KISS or Beastie Boys, well, my roomie basically summed it up: You need to grow balls.
Wrong.
At the end of the long weekend, nothing on my list ever gets marked off. Nothing. Some things I had to do this past weekend: grocery shop, clean out closet, hook up Blue Tooth, laundry.
What I actually did: read. sleep. Rock Band. Wash. Rinse. Repeat.
I'm somewhat decent on the guitar. Mind you, I still jam on Medium. I tried hard, and FAILED before vocals even started. My excuse for not going past Medium is simple: I want to enjoy playing. When PS3 becomes a chore, that's when I walk away. So being the bad ass rocker chick that I am, I finished the solo tour on guitar. Instead of running down my list of things to do and actually doing one of them, I decided to try the drums.
I nearly passed out.
On Easy. When I'm on, I'm on. But when I'm off, I am most definitely off. I felt a sweat bead or two roll down the side of my face. My breathing became more rushed. I panicked. Drums was like an anxiety attack waiting to happen.
Fortunately my roomie arrived and saved me. So I switched to vocals. I'm not bad when its girl songs. But when its boy songs, like KISS or Beastie Boys, well, my roomie basically summed it up: You need to grow balls.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
The Good Fight
I've never made any bones about it: people in LA are superficial and materialistic. Its the culture (or lack thereof) and the way of living. But every once in a while, I run across people who are kind and selfless.
My last Wish Kid, Blake, had his going away party this weekend at the Hard Rock Cafe at Universal Studio's Citywalk.
That's him, his brother, and some friends playing limbo. The best thing about this Wish was that a great company, Verifi, sponsored it. Not only did they sponsor Blake's wish to go to Hawaii, but they also sponsored the party for his family.
And their company came out in full force too. So my hats off to Matt (CEO), who is an incredibly gracious and kind person, and his company, for giving back to the community and making my Wish Kid's wish come true.
My last Wish Kid, Blake, had his going away party this weekend at the Hard Rock Cafe at Universal Studio's Citywalk.
That's him, his brother, and some friends playing limbo. The best thing about this Wish was that a great company, Verifi, sponsored it. Not only did they sponsor Blake's wish to go to Hawaii, but they also sponsored the party for his family.
And their company came out in full force too. So my hats off to Matt (CEO), who is an incredibly gracious and kind person, and his company, for giving back to the community and making my Wish Kid's wish come true.
Monday, March 17, 2008
That's So Hollywood
My cousin was in town this weekend. I took her to Kitson. I hate Kitson. The sales associates are lazy and snobby. The perfect combination for getting no where in life. I walked out with a super cute Harajuku jacket, only to find out that the zipper was warped and wouldn't unzip all the way. Now I have a 84 bucks worth of store credit and will one day have to grace that stupid place with my presence.
Sadly, we didn't see anybody famous there. Or at The Ivy. Although I had a hard time looking sideways and walking. And how many times can you cruise on by by foot and not be noticed?
I introduced my cuz to Pinkberry. Which I find funny because there is no Pinkberry in Houston, so she can crave it all she wants and will never get it-hahaha! Although we can't afford Rodeo, we troll the area for celebs, and guess what?? Camped out in front of Gucci is a white Rolls Royce Phantom. And 10 paparazzi. Holy mother of meatloaf there's a celebrity inside! I pressure my cuz to hurry up and finish her frozen yogurt (in the end she ate the fruit instead-I totally don't get that since fruit is plentiful in Houston...) and in we went. Oh-I forgot to mention that we knew who the celebrity was. Get this: Janet Jackson's older brother.
No-not Michael Jackson. Don't we all wish it was him. So that left Tito or Jermaine-neither of which I would recognize anyway. But in we went. In we went with my cuz carrying her FAKE GUCCI. Its one thing to carry a fake Gucci into a Gucci store anywhere. Its a whole new ballgame to ago into the Rodeo Drive Gucci with a fake Gucci. I give her mad props.
That's us at The Grove-Asian style. We have absolutely no shame. For the first time I went into American Girl Place!!! I didn't get anything...but you know I wanted to =D
Sadly, we didn't see anybody famous there. Or at The Ivy. Although I had a hard time looking sideways and walking. And how many times can you cruise on by by foot and not be noticed?
I introduced my cuz to Pinkberry. Which I find funny because there is no Pinkberry in Houston, so she can crave it all she wants and will never get it-hahaha! Although we can't afford Rodeo, we troll the area for celebs, and guess what?? Camped out in front of Gucci is a white Rolls Royce Phantom. And 10 paparazzi. Holy mother of meatloaf there's a celebrity inside! I pressure my cuz to hurry up and finish her frozen yogurt (in the end she ate the fruit instead-I totally don't get that since fruit is plentiful in Houston...) and in we went. Oh-I forgot to mention that we knew who the celebrity was. Get this: Janet Jackson's older brother.
No-not Michael Jackson. Don't we all wish it was him. So that left Tito or Jermaine-neither of which I would recognize anyway. But in we went. In we went with my cuz carrying her FAKE GUCCI. Its one thing to carry a fake Gucci into a Gucci store anywhere. Its a whole new ballgame to ago into the Rodeo Drive Gucci with a fake Gucci. I give her mad props.
That's us at The Grove-Asian style. We have absolutely no shame. For the first time I went into American Girl Place!!! I didn't get anything...but you know I wanted to =D
Monday, March 10, 2008
Karaoke for the Cool Kids
My roomie has a high tolerance for bad singing. Maybe he's as tone deaf as I am. When I sing, I hear Bon Jovi's voice. But of course the voices in my head are more melodious than what everyone else hears...
For three hours last night, we jammed on Rock Band. I started off as guitar because that's what I played Saturday night. I'm not very good. But my middle name is Progress. The first time I picked up the guitar I forgot that I had to strum. I was too worried about getting the colors right. (This is multi-tasking and sometimes I'm just not good at it).
Everybody else I play with can either do the 'Medium' or 'Hard' levels. I am comfortable in 'Easy' mode. It only requires the use of three fingers. Once I introduce Mr. Pinky, it all goes to shit. Mr. Index, Middle, and Wedding Fingers don't play nice with Mr. Pinky. And the end result is that I seem to not have rhythm or know the primary colors.
Last night after a brief stint as guitarist, I ended up lead singer. Roomie was a drummer named Bertha.
We totally rocked out.
I am Courtney Love.
1) without the blonde hair
2) without the drugs
3) without the smoking
4) without the disastrous pathetic life
I sang Courtney Love better than Courtney Love could of.
The flip side was that the crowd was less than pleased with my rendition of The Clash's 'Are You Gonna Go My Way.' And I got booed for Bon Jovi's 'Wanted Dead or Alive.' Same for Radiohead's 'Creep.' Eh...can't be good at everything.
I wonder if a taping of this will get me into the American Idol auditions...
For three hours last night, we jammed on Rock Band. I started off as guitar because that's what I played Saturday night. I'm not very good. But my middle name is Progress. The first time I picked up the guitar I forgot that I had to strum. I was too worried about getting the colors right. (This is multi-tasking and sometimes I'm just not good at it).
Everybody else I play with can either do the 'Medium' or 'Hard' levels. I am comfortable in 'Easy' mode. It only requires the use of three fingers. Once I introduce Mr. Pinky, it all goes to shit. Mr. Index, Middle, and Wedding Fingers don't play nice with Mr. Pinky. And the end result is that I seem to not have rhythm or know the primary colors.
Last night after a brief stint as guitarist, I ended up lead singer. Roomie was a drummer named Bertha.
We totally rocked out.
I am Courtney Love.
1) without the blonde hair
2) without the drugs
3) without the smoking
4) without the disastrous pathetic life
I sang Courtney Love better than Courtney Love could of.
The flip side was that the crowd was less than pleased with my rendition of The Clash's 'Are You Gonna Go My Way.' And I got booed for Bon Jovi's 'Wanted Dead or Alive.' Same for Radiohead's 'Creep.' Eh...can't be good at everything.
I wonder if a taping of this will get me into the American Idol auditions...
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Aged Like Fine Wine
I always thought that when I'm a parent I'd be one of those cool, hip parents with the cool hip house where all the kids would want to hang out at. If I have a daughter, I will take her to the (equivalent of) Hannah Montana or Backstreet Boys concert. She will get her first Barbie before she turns 28. And if I have a son, he'll get drum and guitar lessons. If he wants, I'll take him to the (equivalent of) Hannah Montana concert.
Today I basically threw myself under the bus.
The topic was whether or not a school should implement uniforms. I think I'm cool. I think I'm hip. I think I understand the younger generation.
Really? I'm just delusional.
I vote for uniforms, and to hell with a kid's freedom of expression. Have you seen what kids are wearing today? Holy shit! Skirts are shorter than my undies! (and for the record, I DO NOT sport granny panties). I'm not a big fan of guys wearing pants so baggy the belts are to keep the jeans at the knees.
When did I become such an old fogie? Have I really become more 'sensible'? Am I just a hop, skip, and step away from talking about the merits of a minivan over an SUV?
Pray for my unborn children...
Today I basically threw myself under the bus.
The topic was whether or not a school should implement uniforms. I think I'm cool. I think I'm hip. I think I understand the younger generation.
Really? I'm just delusional.
I vote for uniforms, and to hell with a kid's freedom of expression. Have you seen what kids are wearing today? Holy shit! Skirts are shorter than my undies! (and for the record, I DO NOT sport granny panties). I'm not a big fan of guys wearing pants so baggy the belts are to keep the jeans at the knees.
When did I become such an old fogie? Have I really become more 'sensible'? Am I just a hop, skip, and step away from talking about the merits of a minivan over an SUV?
Pray for my unborn children...
Monday, February 25, 2008
Regression Progression
I told my dad way back in the day that I mentally matured at 16. I'm 28 and man-did I have insight back then. Every time I think I'm immature and need to grow up, J-Unit comes and saves the day. She's the only other person that 'gets' me, but that's just because she's like me. Here are some pics from our weekend.
First up...
Dinner Thursday night. I'm not sure why in the whole restaurant, we decided to pose with the cross at our table. Trust me, we didn't all of a sudden get religious. The restaurant?? Pink Taco.
We went to SeaWorld San Diego on Saturday. When J-Unit flew out here, San Diego was not in the picture. During work on Friday I thought that we should do something fun and spontaneous. SeaWorld actually was back up. I tried to find us cheap Vegas flights a day before departure. Yeah--that wasn't going to happen...
This was one of the shows we saw. I like this picture because the orca on the left reminds me of me: lazy slacker that just wants to be fed.
We didn't get the memo that this really wasn't put up for posing...but J-Unit's got it down pat.
She didn't want Big Bird to be left out.
Big Bird's really Asian.
He lets people pose with him when he's not filming Budweiser commercials.
He's camera shy.
His fifth leg.
The doggy trains Clydesdales.
This is about the most adult thing we did all weekend. Anheuser Busch is a big sponsor of SeaWorld, so they have a Brewmaster's Club. We went beer tasting. Almost like wine tasting but not--similar yet different.
You like big butts?
First up...
Dinner Thursday night. I'm not sure why in the whole restaurant, we decided to pose with the cross at our table. Trust me, we didn't all of a sudden get religious. The restaurant?? Pink Taco.
We went to SeaWorld San Diego on Saturday. When J-Unit flew out here, San Diego was not in the picture. During work on Friday I thought that we should do something fun and spontaneous. SeaWorld actually was back up. I tried to find us cheap Vegas flights a day before departure. Yeah--that wasn't going to happen...
This was one of the shows we saw. I like this picture because the orca on the left reminds me of me: lazy slacker that just wants to be fed.
We didn't get the memo that this really wasn't put up for posing...but J-Unit's got it down pat.
She didn't want Big Bird to be left out.
Big Bird's really Asian.
He lets people pose with him when he's not filming Budweiser commercials.
He's camera shy.
His fifth leg.
The doggy trains Clydesdales.
This is about the most adult thing we did all weekend. Anheuser Busch is a big sponsor of SeaWorld, so they have a Brewmaster's Club. We went beer tasting. Almost like wine tasting but not--similar yet different.
You like big butts?
I Would Walk 500 Miles
This weekend J-Unit was in town. It was a last minute kind of thing. Spontaneity is pretty much my middle name.
J-Unit took the Asian honors by taking a million and a half pics. Me? I took 3.
We stayed at the Westin at Horton Plaza. Dinner was in the Gaslamp Quarter, which was literally a quarter mile away from the hotel. But with both of us in 4 inch heels, there was no way we were walking more than 2 blocks. So we get my car from valet, drive the 5 blocks over, realize there's not restaurant valet, but there's a general parking garage. After we're going down the ramp, we realize its 20 bucks to park the car. No way Jose. High tailed it out of the garage, valeted it at the hotel again, and cabbed it back to the restaurant. I think if we walked across the hotel parking lot, it would have taken us 5 minutes to get to the restaurant. So...0.43 miles took us driving my car to the restaurant, driving it back to the hotel, and then taking a cab back. We are brilliant. At least on the way back to the hotel it was raining, so it seemed half a notch less pathetic that we cabbed it back.
Saturday night we ate at Cafe Sevilla, which is a rustic Spanish style restaurant. This is my gazpacho, which is my favorite soup. Weird eh? Since its vegetarian. I really dug the presentation. Usually when I make soup for myself I eat it straight from the pot. Classy.
This is our main course. J-Unit got the seafood paella, and I got the meat paella. Oh yeah baby! There was a ton of meat. Imagine my surprise when I went digging around in my dish and found a chicken drumstick!!! Yummy. And my sangria. That was basically my fruit allotment for the entire weekend.
J-Unit took the Asian honors by taking a million and a half pics. Me? I took 3.
We stayed at the Westin at Horton Plaza. Dinner was in the Gaslamp Quarter, which was literally a quarter mile away from the hotel. But with both of us in 4 inch heels, there was no way we were walking more than 2 blocks. So we get my car from valet, drive the 5 blocks over, realize there's not restaurant valet, but there's a general parking garage. After we're going down the ramp, we realize its 20 bucks to park the car. No way Jose. High tailed it out of the garage, valeted it at the hotel again, and cabbed it back to the restaurant. I think if we walked across the hotel parking lot, it would have taken us 5 minutes to get to the restaurant. So...0.43 miles took us driving my car to the restaurant, driving it back to the hotel, and then taking a cab back. We are brilliant. At least on the way back to the hotel it was raining, so it seemed half a notch less pathetic that we cabbed it back.
Saturday night we ate at Cafe Sevilla, which is a rustic Spanish style restaurant. This is my gazpacho, which is my favorite soup. Weird eh? Since its vegetarian. I really dug the presentation. Usually when I make soup for myself I eat it straight from the pot. Classy.
This is our main course. J-Unit got the seafood paella, and I got the meat paella. Oh yeah baby! There was a ton of meat. Imagine my surprise when I went digging around in my dish and found a chicken drumstick!!! Yummy. And my sangria. That was basically my fruit allotment for the entire weekend.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Shorty Swing My Way
My spam box and I have a nice working relationship. I give him shit I'm not interested in (going on Carribbean cruises, getting saved by Paul the minister, extending the length of my non-existent penis), and he makes sure I don't receive any more of these wonderful offers.
But someone has out-smarted him. That someone happens to be the ABA. The freaking ABA. American Bar Association. What the fuck. They are incessant. Every damn day its something: ABA wants your opinion on tort reform, ABA wants to recognize ten outstanding women lawyers, ABA this, ABA that. I dinged one as spam, thinking that was the end of it.
OMG they are out to get me. They are on me like a fat kid after the dessert aisle at the buffet. But the ABA got smart. They stuff my gmail inbox with news from their various divisions. Do you know how hard it is to fill a gmail inbox? The darn thing keeps on growing, and the ABA keeps on sending out more superfluous crap I'm not the slightest bit interested in. I wouldn't be surprised if ABA 'newsletters' hit my inbox faster than my inbox can expand (Gmail: you guys need to fix this). But--with their so called 'divisions' you can't get rid of them. They have 'divisions' for everything: Asian lawyers, Hispanic lawyers, women lawyers, lawyers right out of law school, lawyers who don't practice law, lawyers who want to shoot themselves because they do practice law. Its mindblowing. I somehow got subjected to the torture of the 'Young Lawyers Division.' My latest email from them is the midyear roundup. The midyear roundup congrats lawyers on their excellent service to the community (ha)legal profession (ha ha), and...the kicker: 'reputation for legal ethics and professional responsibility. HAHAHA.
This email thing is like regular mail. When I move, Esurance and the Victoria's Secret catalog follow me all on their own. Like little puppies following their owners. Awwww. But my credit card bills? No way. Lost like a white kid in the heart of Harlem.
But someone has out-smarted him. That someone happens to be the ABA. The freaking ABA. American Bar Association. What the fuck. They are incessant. Every damn day its something: ABA wants your opinion on tort reform, ABA wants to recognize ten outstanding women lawyers, ABA this, ABA that. I dinged one as spam, thinking that was the end of it.
OMG they are out to get me. They are on me like a fat kid after the dessert aisle at the buffet. But the ABA got smart. They stuff my gmail inbox with news from their various divisions. Do you know how hard it is to fill a gmail inbox? The darn thing keeps on growing, and the ABA keeps on sending out more superfluous crap I'm not the slightest bit interested in. I wouldn't be surprised if ABA 'newsletters' hit my inbox faster than my inbox can expand (Gmail: you guys need to fix this). But--with their so called 'divisions' you can't get rid of them. They have 'divisions' for everything: Asian lawyers, Hispanic lawyers, women lawyers, lawyers right out of law school, lawyers who don't practice law, lawyers who want to shoot themselves because they do practice law. Its mindblowing. I somehow got subjected to the torture of the 'Young Lawyers Division.' My latest email from them is the midyear roundup. The midyear roundup congrats lawyers on their excellent service to the community (ha)legal profession (ha ha), and...the kicker: 'reputation for legal ethics and professional responsibility. HAHAHA.
This email thing is like regular mail. When I move, Esurance and the Victoria's Secret catalog follow me all on their own. Like little puppies following their owners. Awwww. But my credit card bills? No way. Lost like a white kid in the heart of Harlem.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Friday, February 15, 2008
All That and a Box of Chocolates
I got my new Blackberry Curve today. Yippee!! I feel so hip. So IN with it. So posh. My Verizon phone is on the fritz. Sometimes it'll work-sometimes it won't. Depends on the day, the hour, the barometer reading-I have no idea.
Usually I'm one to just dive in and start using new things instead of reading the owner's manual ie all my other phones, my car, my laptop. I like to learn by doing, not by reading. But this is different. This is my new baby. The instruction manual will teach me how to set up email, send txt messages, take pictures, surf the web, schedule appointments. What does my new Curve not do? Nothing. It even has GPS!
This phone is so damn snazzy and sleek, why the fuck can I not figure out how to turn down the keypad volume?
Usually I'm one to just dive in and start using new things instead of reading the owner's manual ie all my other phones, my car, my laptop. I like to learn by doing, not by reading. But this is different. This is my new baby. The instruction manual will teach me how to set up email, send txt messages, take pictures, surf the web, schedule appointments. What does my new Curve not do? Nothing. It even has GPS!
This phone is so damn snazzy and sleek, why the fuck can I not figure out how to turn down the keypad volume?
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
My Brain: On Hiatus...Indefinitely
Last night after running errands I decided to pop into Borders to see what's new. The answer: a lot.
Of course of all books to peruse, I choose "Shopaholic and Baby." It's pure chick lit. I'm happily reading away when a guy sits down at my table and proceeds to talk to me. His mouth is moving but I can't make out the words that are coming out. Its not that I'm not interested. Its more like I can't focus. So when I see his mouth stop moving, I know that's when I need to nod my head and act engaged.
"Blah blah blah blah blah."
"really? that's crazy!!"
"blah blah blah blah blah."
"uh huh."
"blah blah blah blah blah."
"i totally agree."
I did catch one question, which pretty much signaled the beginning of the end.
"so what book are you reading?"
"Shopaholic and Baby."
"oh..."
Well you know what mister?? I'm a rockstar. And I mean ROCKSTAR. Not groupie. I'm going to a top tiered b school! So don't you dare fucking look at me like I'm a ditz. My five remaining brain cells will stop ricocheting off my skull long enough to kick your ass.
Of course of all books to peruse, I choose "Shopaholic and Baby." It's pure chick lit. I'm happily reading away when a guy sits down at my table and proceeds to talk to me. His mouth is moving but I can't make out the words that are coming out. Its not that I'm not interested. Its more like I can't focus. So when I see his mouth stop moving, I know that's when I need to nod my head and act engaged.
"Blah blah blah blah blah."
"really? that's crazy!!"
"blah blah blah blah blah."
"uh huh."
"blah blah blah blah blah."
"i totally agree."
I did catch one question, which pretty much signaled the beginning of the end.
"so what book are you reading?"
"Shopaholic and Baby."
"oh..."
Well you know what mister?? I'm a rockstar. And I mean ROCKSTAR. Not groupie. I'm going to a top tiered b school! So don't you dare fucking look at me like I'm a ditz. My five remaining brain cells will stop ricocheting off my skull long enough to kick your ass.
Monday, February 11, 2008
I Ain't Sayin' She's A Gold Digger...
The only thing worse than having shameful guilty pleasures is roping someone else into them.
There was a point in time that I watched quality tv: Daily Show, the Colbert Report, Family Guy, Cash Cab. Hell, there was a point in time when I didn't watch tv, but read. Well...needless to say those days are long gone. In reality, I don't watch that much tv, but what I do watch is just downright pathetic.
Roomie tapes The Millionaire Matchmaker for me. For us. Its horrible reality tv that we can't pry our eyes from. The Matchmaker is a hypocrite to the nth degree, and she's fascinating. All of her guy clients are millionaires that are looking for true love. The women are non-millionaires looking for true love. Or a free expensive meal (I vote for the second one). But...Miss Matchmaker says that the girls can't be gold diggers. HUH? What the fuck is the reason why girls sign up to date millionaires if its not to dig for gold? Isn't that the main point of this whole shebang?
And what's sad is the sorry state of these millionaires. Granted, humans are flawed and quirky, but still...most of the guys are over 40 and are eager to get laid. Eager like prom night. Miss Matchmaker is trying to set them up with a bombshell with intelligence that can be brought home to mom. Funny. I always had the notion that intelligence was a rare commodity and not highly sought after anyway. Not sought after like a good lunch hour lipo and boob augmentation anyway.
Upton Sinclair: you are officially on hold. I'm too busy letting my brain rot away to bother with your books.
There was a point in time that I watched quality tv: Daily Show, the Colbert Report, Family Guy, Cash Cab. Hell, there was a point in time when I didn't watch tv, but read. Well...needless to say those days are long gone. In reality, I don't watch that much tv, but what I do watch is just downright pathetic.
Roomie tapes The Millionaire Matchmaker for me. For us. Its horrible reality tv that we can't pry our eyes from. The Matchmaker is a hypocrite to the nth degree, and she's fascinating. All of her guy clients are millionaires that are looking for true love. The women are non-millionaires looking for true love. Or a free expensive meal (I vote for the second one). But...Miss Matchmaker says that the girls can't be gold diggers. HUH? What the fuck is the reason why girls sign up to date millionaires if its not to dig for gold? Isn't that the main point of this whole shebang?
And what's sad is the sorry state of these millionaires. Granted, humans are flawed and quirky, but still...most of the guys are over 40 and are eager to get laid. Eager like prom night. Miss Matchmaker is trying to set them up with a bombshell with intelligence that can be brought home to mom. Funny. I always had the notion that intelligence was a rare commodity and not highly sought after anyway. Not sought after like a good lunch hour lipo and boob augmentation anyway.
Upton Sinclair: you are officially on hold. I'm too busy letting my brain rot away to bother with your books.
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Reporting to Active Duty
Although its not on the list of top 100 things I would ever tell people about me, the wonderful state of California decided back in 2006 that I met their substandard requirements for practicing law and thus, I have my license.
Its got its perks. I'm still confused as to what they are.
My membership card is pretty sweet. Its plastic-but doesn't quite work like a credit card. I'm supposed to sign the back of it like a credit card. Also confused as to the purpose of this-who is going to steal my bar card? A lawyer who all of a sudden finds himself in a moral dilemma and needs to call the ethics hotline?
Well, if you want to 'steal' my bar card, I keep at my cube, in my pencil holder. It doubles as my ruler.
Its got its perks. I'm still confused as to what they are.
My membership card is pretty sweet. Its plastic-but doesn't quite work like a credit card. I'm supposed to sign the back of it like a credit card. Also confused as to the purpose of this-who is going to steal my bar card? A lawyer who all of a sudden finds himself in a moral dilemma and needs to call the ethics hotline?
Well, if you want to 'steal' my bar card, I keep at my cube, in my pencil holder. It doubles as my ruler.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Slap that MD next to my JD
LEGALMISFIT: wow. maybe you have super sinusitis
J-UNIT: that's what i'm thinking and i'll need to have super drugs. You should give me ideas so i can discuss with my doctor. omg - he's so going to drop me as a patient. i told craig that i needed to watch more house episodes and he was laughing and said "yes jen, you need to refer to episode 15" and i'm like 'dude my life is like a house episode cos they keep running tests and don't know what's wrong but unlike house, this has lasted way longer than one hour"
LEGALMISFIT: LOL and do you have a gimpy doc working on you?
J-UNIT: no but i've been sent to two other places to get tests done
LEGALMISFIT: oh- bird flu!
J-UNIT: OMG it better not stupid chicken with salad for lunch
LEGALMISFIT: are you going to get better before they diagnose you?
J-UNIT: doubtful cos now i have a slight cough and my nose is still stuffy and my ears feel like i'm on an airplane and i can't pop it. it's just pressure
LEGALMISFIT: what if you sneeze really hard?
J-UNIT then my head feels like it's going to explode
LEGALMISFIT: but it doesn't relieve the pressure?
J-UNIT: like i have to look at the tissue to see if there's brain matter. nope
LEGALMISFIT: gross
J-UNIT: pressure is still there
LEGALMISFIT: how will you know what brain matter looks like?
J-UNIT: dude i want to go weigh myself to see if i lost weight this week well i'm assuming grey? i'm basing this off of that show american dad and how the alien with the big brain head is grey
LEGALMISFIT: oh ok, i agree with that but let's hope its not part of the brain that you actually need that's coming out through your nose
J-UNIT: well since i haven't seen grey then i'm not concerned
but if i do, i'm putting it in a ziploc bag and going to the ER
LEGALMISFIT: make sure to label it
J-UNIT: seriously they should totally do a house episode on me
i will and i will make one of those tamper evident seals too
LEGALMISFIT: J-Unit --brain matter--dislodged from sneezing--1/30/08
J-UNIT: that's what i'm thinking and i'll need to have super drugs. You should give me ideas so i can discuss with my doctor. omg - he's so going to drop me as a patient. i told craig that i needed to watch more house episodes and he was laughing and said "yes jen, you need to refer to episode 15" and i'm like 'dude my life is like a house episode cos they keep running tests and don't know what's wrong but unlike house, this has lasted way longer than one hour"
LEGALMISFIT: LOL and do you have a gimpy doc working on you?
J-UNIT: no but i've been sent to two other places to get tests done
LEGALMISFIT: oh- bird flu!
J-UNIT: OMG it better not stupid chicken with salad for lunch
LEGALMISFIT: are you going to get better before they diagnose you?
J-UNIT: doubtful cos now i have a slight cough and my nose is still stuffy and my ears feel like i'm on an airplane and i can't pop it. it's just pressure
LEGALMISFIT: what if you sneeze really hard?
J-UNIT then my head feels like it's going to explode
LEGALMISFIT: but it doesn't relieve the pressure?
J-UNIT: like i have to look at the tissue to see if there's brain matter. nope
LEGALMISFIT: gross
J-UNIT: pressure is still there
LEGALMISFIT: how will you know what brain matter looks like?
J-UNIT: dude i want to go weigh myself to see if i lost weight this week well i'm assuming grey? i'm basing this off of that show american dad and how the alien with the big brain head is grey
LEGALMISFIT: oh ok, i agree with that but let's hope its not part of the brain that you actually need that's coming out through your nose
J-UNIT: well since i haven't seen grey then i'm not concerned
but if i do, i'm putting it in a ziploc bag and going to the ER
LEGALMISFIT: make sure to label it
J-UNIT: seriously they should totally do a house episode on me
i will and i will make one of those tamper evident seals too
LEGALMISFIT: J-Unit --brain matter--dislodged from sneezing--1/30/08
Age Ain't Nothing But A Number
I've been meaning to put this picture up for a while. This is the Make-A-Wish Barbie. For the past several years, Mattel has partnered up with MAW to help children with life threatening illnesses. This year Mattel has made a limited edition Make-A-Wish Barbie. And I got one as a MAW volunteer.
I'm on the cusp of 28 and just got my first Barbie.
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