Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Stupid Things I do

It's been awhile since I've posted about all the stupid stuff I do, so here's a new list for your pure entertainment.

1. The other day I totally got off at the wrong bus stop. I walked all the way to the other side of the parking lot before I realized my car wasn't there.

{Side note: This must run in the family, because two weekends ago, my mom went to Kohl's. She went outside to get in her car, but it wasn't there. She came back into the store, telling the clerk she needed to dial 911 because someone must have stolen her car, when the clerk said, "Didn't you enter on the other side of the store?" Sure enough, her car was there, right where she left it.}

2. Emailing without thinking. Since I didn't call Alex, I thought, oh, I'll be all cute and coy, and e-mail him, after all, he did give me his business card. So I emailed him from my work e-mail, because I was worried if I used my personal e-mail that it would go to his junk folder. Well, that was a big mistake, because I neglected to ERASE MY EMAIL SIGNATURE which of course has my work phone number, as well as my work address. Alex called me before he left work for the day and said, "Oh yea I saw on your email that you work really close to me. Sometime I'd like to see your office." *cringe* I can't believe I didn't think to delete my email signature. So so stupid. So much for being coy. Now he knows where I work. FML.

3. Months ago I read about Pioneer Woman's shiny hair, and learned that she uses vinegar to achieve such shine. I thought to myself, I need to try that. I read her instructions, but glossed over the fact that she added essential oil to hers. Meh, I don't have that, and I am too lazy and cheap to buy lavender oil, I'll just use it straight. Um, bad idea. Even though I washed my hair twice, my hair smelled like rotten eggs for the rest of the week. Next time, I am totally following instructions.

4. Tweeting inappropriate things. I manage our Twitter at work, and so we get handfuls of new followers everyday. Of course I just copy and paste their twitter name, and then tweet saying "welcome...." Well, today I did what I always do, copied and pasted. When I checked to see if anyone had replied to us, I got a nasty tweet saying "Hey there - are you reading what you are forwarding? One has nothing to do with fine art. You welcomed low life." Turns out one of our new "followers" was Makenzie Dixon (esopussyeater2). Um, oops?

5. When I went shopping at Kohl's a few weeks ago, before I hit the check out line, I saw jewelry. I checked out some really ugly looking earrings, and then I saw an entire wall of rings. I looked around, and then silently tried on a cubic zirconium. And.it.got.stuck! I silently freaked out. Not only because I put it on my ring finger, but because I didn't want it there. It was way too much. Thank god I just kept twisting, and it finally came off. Whew. Crisis averted.

Have you done anything stupid lately?

Monday, September 28, 2009


Yes, it's that time again people, for NaBloWriMo....where you blog everyday throughout the month of October.

Interested? Go here to sign up. I did it last year, it was fun.

Sadly, I can't commit to doing it again this year, but I wanted to pass it along should any of you wanna do it.

Weekend Recap

So, I wish it was still the weekend. I could use a massage, and more water, and definitely more sleep.

Friday- Went out to the Great American Beer Festival. I was frustrated because traffic was terrible so it took me 2 hours to get down there. So of course when I finally met up with my friends, we made our pretzel necklaces, and got down to business.

Yay for pretzel necklaces!

The night was awesome. It included me being an enabler (drinking-wise), tricking our friend into getting his mustache shaved, and of course dancing in the silent disco to Michael Jackson. Oh, and singing my favorite song from college happy hour--Sweet Caroline. Afterward, I had M pick me up and we went out for another drink at a bar. Turned out to be happy hour, so I got 2 for 1 drinks. I couldn't drink anymore though. But at least I didn't waste too much money.

Saturday- Slept on and off at M's place. Had a terrible headache, and basically tried not to throw up. I have to remember that my body can't handle tons of alcohol like my mind thinks so. Finally made it back to my car, did not throw up on the bus (FTW!), showered, changed, and did the best thing ever: bought myself a happy meal, complete with a Barbie jewelry box. Yeah, it's how I roll. Volunteered at the beer fest, wrist banding thousands of ppl (no joke, they said 12,000 people came through the entrance I was working), and saw more friends at the festival, which helped the night go by fast.

Sunday- Got woken up by the dog, the little brother, and my mom at 8:30am. Not a fan. But she did buy me McDonald's for breakfast, so I suppose that was the perk of waking up to loud noises. After breakfast, I caught up on tv. Project Runway, Drop Dead Diva, Entourage, Real Housewives of Atlanta, and Top Chef. It was nice to get some quiet time.

So I lost my car keys on Thursday night, and I looked everywhere for them. Luckily, I used my Dad's spare set which happened to have my car key on it. Thank god. I of course prayed to God and St. Anthony to find such keys, but that didn't work when I lost my bus pass and Costco card. So I'm talking on the phone with a boy on Sunday in my room, when I lift up a receipt that was in my headboard, and what's underneath it? MY CAR KEYS. I kid you not. I seriously couldn't believe it. So of course to give thanks, I went to church last night with my lil brother. It was good times. Then I watched the Amazing Race and went to sleep.

How was your weekend?

Friday, September 25, 2009

My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard

Whew, I've had alot of stuff happenin' lately with boy front, that it's way past time that I update you all.

Bryan aka Special Agent. He and I still text daily, with occasional phone calls in between. Things have been going well. About three weeks ago now, I was bored at work. Just the night before Bryan had reminded me that I am always welcome to visit him. Therefore, I texted him while at work asking for his days off so I could possibly look into seeing how much airfare would be for a weekend trip next month. He texted back promptly, and I checked kayak.com for the rest of the day, confusing the hell out of myself with all the different dates, schedules, and prices of flights. I revisited this the next day, a Friday. Tickets were going for $300+ for the weekend I wanted, which turns out to be Columbus Day weekend--no wonder. So I texted my NY friend complaining about how expensive it is, but that I wanted to go. He offered to pay for my ticket. Yes, you read that right. We've known each other for almost 4 years, and he's always offering to buy me stuff I want, but I have never taken him up on it. Until now..... I booked a ticket to visit Bryan for a weekend! I can't believe I did that, but then again, I didn't pay for it, so why not go?

Bryan of course was beyond excited knowing that I'm coming to visit him. He's already made plans to take me to dinner in New Hampshire, about an hour or so away, to meet his friend and his wife. And I insisted that we go apple picking, which he hasn't done. I'm so excited to go apple picking, I haven't been since college!

But here's the confusing part--I haven't seen Bryan since high school, and if you've been reading this blog, you know my thoughts about high school people. So, that, coupled with the fact that I don't even know if I like like him, makes this weekend kind of scary. Not to mention that normally I don't open up to boys right away. I take months to do so. But all I have with Bryan is a weekend, so it's going to be a challenge to be myself and open up right away.

My other concerns are what it means to visit a boy for a weekend. When I think of it in terms of me visiting him and it possibly meaning more than friends, I get all nervous and wonder what the hell I'm doing. But at the same time, if I think, oh it's just friends, it's kinda disappointing because maybe I want him to want me more than friends. But if I think of the weekend as my own getaway to Vermont, with his added company, I'm actually comfortable with that and excited.

The only other thing I need to figure out now is what to wear to bed. I usually just toss on a t-shirt and some sort of bottoms, but then again, no one sees that except me. So....what would you guys do? Should I go invest in a new set of color-coordinated pjs? Or just stick with what I normally do? Clearly I need help. HELP!

B aka the Asshole. As I mentioned yesterday, I did have dinner with him last week. It was by pure coincidence that we were both available. I was actually planning on going home for dinner and eating pork, but our dog ate it. He called to see if I had any plans, I didn't, and BAM, we went to dinner. Over dinner I told him about Bryan, and how I am going to see him. B was semi-jealous, but he told me he had a date. Actually, I saw he had a date via Facebook and asked him about it. He said the girl he took to this event has a bf. I encouraged him to pursue other people should he think he might have potential with them. But he said he'd rather let me wonder. *rolls eyes* I ditched him for an entire month, you'd think he would've gotten the hint by now, but clearly hasn't. I just don't know how to end it. I am not a mean person, I can't be like, I-hate-you-B. But I also can't see him anymore, he just doesn't do it for me.

So what should I do???

Yogi. I haven't written about him here, but he's definitely an older, black, guy who works at the bus station. He originally gave me his card with his # on it months ago when I was crying over B when we broke up. Eventually I did call him so that he would have my number finally. We did talk on and off more recently, sometimes half an hour or more. In one recent conversation, he asked me what types of food I like to eat. I told him I wasn't picky, and he basically asked me to go out to eat with him at P.F. Changs sometime. I said sure, but even as I said that, I thought to myself: Is this a date? Cuz if it's a date, I am not interested. He's way too old for me. So he brought it up again in a later conversation, but I had to let him go because I had another call. Well, since then, he hasn't brought it up and whenever he calls, it's like a 5 minute convo, and all he says is, "just wanted to say hi, I don't want to take up your time," and ends the conversation. So I have no idea what his deal is. I hope he doesn't think I rejected him, because it's not like that. I just enjoy his conversation and he makes me smile.

New Bus Boy aka Alex. Last Friday I took the earlier bus home. I was wearing a simple jeans, hoodie combo. I boarded the bus, and was minding my own business when Alex sat behind me, and leaned over the seat and said, "Have you ridden this bus before?" I told him I don't usually get this one. "I haven't seen you on here, I would've noticed." We haphazardly talked through the seats until someone finally sat down beside me. I learned that he has a PhD, two masters, and grew up in Ghana. He lived in D.C. for awhile, and just moved here in June. Turns out he works right across the street from me, doing H1N1 research. Small world. Anyways, we chatted, it was polite conversation, nothing flirty at all. When I was about to get off at my stop, he passed me his business card with his cell phone # written on the back. "It was great meeting you. Call me sometime." Of course then I knew he was hitting on me. I swear sometimes I'm just too nice. Of course I didn't call him, I don't want him having my number, especially because I don't even know him yet like that. But I have emailed him, just saying hi. I definitely wouldn't date him, but I would take a walk with him on my lunch hour or something.

So given all the boys I have been juggling lately, I need a drink--or 5,980,320,721--which is why I'm so excited that I'm going to the Great American Beer Festival tonight!! Last year I had a blast. This year I'm all prepared to get drunk & have even made special pretzel necklaces in advance. I just hope I'm still hungover by tomorrow night, because I'm volunteering at the festival then.

Do you guys have any weekend plans?

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Weird dreams

So I haven't been sleeping well lately. Just a few weeks ago I was managing to get 10 hours of sleep...now I'm getting like 6. I don't know if it's the stress of work or what, but I've had some really odd dreams. The funny part is that they all have had a common theme: spirits. I wouldn't really classify them as ghosts, but you tell me what you think.

It all started out with my dream the other day about B, the asshole. I went over to his house, and we were in his room, when we got into an argument. He told me that at this point in our "relationship" we should've had sex. I told him no. Then he told me to get out. I remember leaving his house with my head held high, but inside I was really sad. So I walked out of his house, and next to it was an empty parking lot, and across the parking lot was a restaurant. So I walked over to the restaurant because I didn't want him thinking I didn't have a ride, or was going to be alone.

Once I saw that he went back inside his house, I went back to his house, and let myself in. Only, by now, I was invisible. So I sat in a wooden chair in his kitchen, and watched as he and a handful of his family sat at a wooden picnic bench, eating dinner. I guess I was hoping he'd say something about me, but he just continued to shove his face full of food. At one point, his uncle tried to sit in the chair I was sitting, but he couldn't sit down. Which was weird, because you'd think if I was invisible, he could've sat there. But maybe invisible people take up space? Anyways, I sat there watching B for what seemed like forever, until all of a sudden M walked into the kitchen. She was invisible too, but I could see her of course, and she could see me. "It's time to go," she said. I looked at her with sadness, but I knew she was right. She didn't pressure me to leave, she waited patiently for me. I took her hand, and we left the kitchen. THE END

My take on it: I did see B the other day. We had dinner, and I came clean to him that I am interested in other boys (see tomorrow's post). He didn't get that I don't want to see him anymore. But I do think to some extent, that I am kinda sad to let him go. Sad because of all the wasted time with him. Not sad because I think he's a great person.

The next dream I had was set in the hospital. I don't remember why I was there, but I remember walking around the hospital. At one point I waited in a booth, and sat there by myself, when a really energetically happy girl came by and offered me a free cookie. "It's homemade," she said. I took a chocolate chip one, and she continued on her merry way. After I was done eating, I walked around the hospital lobby. Then I saw a group of people, including one that was my grandpa. (He passed away when I was 16, but in this dream, he was alive, and real) I sat down next to him, and talked to him, wondering if he knew it was me, his granddaughter. But he didn't in the dream. We were talking about my grandma. She was the one in the hospital. He was worried for her, but him and the rest of the people that he was with, were staying positive and praying for her. I told him I would do the same, and then walked out of the hospital. THE END

Sometimes in my dreams, my grandparents have made an appearance, but I haven't had this happen for awhile. I miss them terribly, but for some reason even though I knew my grandpa was really a spirit in my dream and not alive, it wasn't scary. It was more comforting than anything to know that he still cares about me, and is watching down on me from heaven. Ironically enough, I think I was closer to my grandma when they were alive, but that could've also been because my grandpa passed away unexpectedly one day, and my grandma didn't die until months after him. My family still misses them. But, the highlight of their passing was that my little brother, who is now 9, was conceived. To this day, we still think that he was a blessing from them, because he made our lives happy again.

Now onto my last dream, which this one doesn't make any sense, but if you have been reading any of my past dreams that I have shared, you already know that most of them don't make sense.

I had this dream two nights ago. In my dream, I ran into my mom's bedroom, which is across the hall from mine. I went on her bed, and stood up so I could see outside into our backyard. I looked out and saw a bunch of African women wearing white hijabs, and they were all walking towards my house, and as I watched them, more and more kept coming out from behind trees. They didn't say anything, and they definitely weren't smiling. Then, a lion and a tiger came out of nowhere, and they were scared of them, and left. I was scared of the lion and tiger too, but I was safe in my mom's bedroom. At this point, I sat down, and I was wearing shorts. Well, when I looked down, I saw I had a huge bump on my thigh. So I pressed the bump because I was curious to see what was inside of it. It started gushing blood. Only my blood wasn't red, it was purple! It didn't really hurt, but it kept going and going. I called for my brother to get me a kleenex, and he came back with a handful for me to soak up the blood. Once it was done bleeding, the entire sac like burst out of my leg. I picked it up and it was all slimy, and more or less like a real organ. I wrapped it up in the tissues and went to show my mom, but she was no where to be found, so I threw it away. THE END

I swear I haven't been reading any strange books lately or watching weird tv. I have no idea why I thought of the lion and the tiger. But I did meet an African person last week, so maybe that's why I dreamt of African ladies in my backyard? I have no idea. Also, I don't know why my blood was purple. So I'm at a loss for explanations, suffice it to say that I have a very active imagination.

Am I the only one with weird dreams?

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Weekend Recap

Wow so I'm like way late in posting my weekend recap, but better late than never right?

Friday- Went out for dinner and drinks at Bagali's, a New Orleans-inspired Italian restaurant for my friend's birthday. I met a Mormon boy, who was interesting to talk to. I think his name was Brian. Yeah, we'll just go with that. I had a nice fruit and Gorgonzola salad and linguine with bologonese sauce. It was tasty, but the one glass of wine seriously put me to sleep. Not to mention that the service sucked so we were there for like 2 or 3 hours. Ugh. After dinner I bailed out on more drinking and went home and slept like a baby.

Saturday- Woke up, tooled around the house (no I actually didn't use any tools, it's just an expression people!) and finally got myself ready to go to my girl's sleepover! We had it at Kristen's house because she just adopted this sweet lil puppy! The sleepover was fun, we didn't drink at at all, and Cranium was the highlight of the night.

Kristen with her new puppy, Alice.

Sunday- We laid out by the pool, and ate breakfast. Then M and I had some quality catch-up time at the mall, where we both found cute items at the Gap outlet store. I found a pair of jeans, a really cute sweater (or two) and M found some very Fall-ish type shoes. It was very productive, followed by a Girl Scout cookie blizzard at Dairy Queen and an Orange Julius. After shopping, I went home and basically just hung around the house.

It was a good weekend.

Apparently today is the first day of Fall, and here in Colorado we have crappy weather. Definitely no sun, just lots of grey clouds and gloom. Oh and it's COLD. Like I have to actually wear a jacket. What's up with that?? Anyways, work has been crazy, but I will post again soon, because I have tons of boy updates! I know, I've been saying that for like EVER but seriously, I do.

How was your weekend/how's your week going?

p.s. I've totally had some weird dreams, but they all have a theme. Guess I'll have to write about that too!

Friday, September 18, 2009

Award Time!

My Name is Taylor gave me the Joy of Reading Award this week, and in effect, popped my blog award cherry....Thanks Taylor!!

The Rules?

1. Collect the book that you have most handy
2. Turn to page 161
3. Find the 5th complete sentence
4. Site the sentence on your blog
5. Pass it on to 5 other bloggers

I just finished reading Everything Asian by Sung J. Woo.

"Special Edition Bose Pro Loudspeakers," Dmitri said. "They are very expensive."
That wasn't the best quote of the book at all, but for what it's worth, the book was an easy read and set in New Jersey.

Now I'm going to pass this award on to......{insert corny drum roll here}

Katie Dot Com
Insomniac Lolita
Just Playing Pretend
Good Girl Gone Blog
Just a Girl

....They are all awesome, so if you don't already read them, go check them out!

It's been a long week, I have many things to update you all on so stay tuned.

Weekend plans include: dinner and drinks to celebrate a friend's birthday tonight; a girls sleepover at M's tomorrow night; and hopefully relaxing/getting outside.

Hope you all have a great weekend!!!

Tuesday, September 15, 2009


Dear Special Agent,

Please stop calling me cakes. At first it was cute, kind of like an inside joke, but now, it's really annoying. WTF does it even mean?? Also, I'm more excited about apple picking than I am about seeing you, because I don't even know how to act around you, much less if I really like you.


The Perpetual Flirt

Dear Bus Boy,

I saw you flirting with that girl today, don't tell me you weren't. Of course I didn't say hi, I didn't want to look like a puppy dog following your every move. I ran across the street on purpose, and kept walking away from you. Only you called, and honestly I wouldn't have answered if not for my phone that is a touch screen and malfunctioned and answered itself. I don't feel like talking, so that's why I said I was late to work. I hope I don't see you tomorrow.



Dear BFF,

I'm not mad at you. I'm simply anti-social. Why? I don't know. Don't ask me. Just let me be. That's what she said.


Antisocial Girl

Dear Teachers Pet,

I hate sharing an office with you. I hate that everyone in my office loves you except for me. I don't care what you do, just don't talk with me, because I'm certainly not talking to you. That is unless I have to.



Dear Asshole,

I don't know why I bother to try and make plans with you. I really don't like you anymore, and I'm forcing myself to see you. That's why I've canceled on you the past three times. I don't really want to see you at all. You+me=over.



Monday, September 14, 2009

Weekend Recap

Friday- Watched tv and had some quiet time away from the family. Thank god.

Saturday- Made homemade blueberry pancakes. Was going to go to a harvest festival but it was cold and rainy. Went and had tea at an old coworker's house, where I got to hold her 3 month baby and watch him fall asleep on my chest. It was cute. I gave her the rest of my homemade blueberry muffins too. Then came home, relaxed, and watched tv. Then called a boy and cleaned my room. It was very productive, and strangely enough reminded me of sophomore year of college when I choose to stay in while everyone else was out getting wasted and hang out with my bff Ashley and we'd just talk about stuff or listen to music or watch a movie in my room. It felt nice. I also ignored a text from B, asking me to come over on Sunday and spend the night. I tell ya, that boy is trouble. It felt good to ignore the text though. :)

Sunday- I didn't go to church. I didn't feel like it. I blew off Steve. He wanted to give me my birthday present and grab a cup of coffee (or hot chocolate) but I didn't feel like it, so I said I was busy. I turned off my cell phone all day. It was peaceful knowing that I couldn't be reached. I might consider doing this every Sunday. I actually got along with my mom this weekend. Went for a 6 mile bike ride by myself. I painted my nails pink and helped my brother beat levels on Indiana Jones for Wii by giving him cheat codes. I watched Drop Dead Diva and the VMAs. I cooked dinner--ravioli, and ate an oatmeal cinnamon chip cookie with a glass of milk. Divine.

All in all, it was definitely a lazy weekend.

How was your weekend?

I found this poem online this morning, and it pretty much sums up how I'm feeling--calm, introspective, and anti-social. Enjoy.

May you find serenity and tranquility in a world you may not always understand. May the pain you have known and the conflict you have experienced give you the strength to walk through life facing each new situation with courage and optimism. Always know that there are those whose love and understanding will always be there, even when you feel most alone. May you discover enough goodness in others to believe in a world of peace. May a kind word, a reassuring touch, and a warm smile be yours everyday of your life, and may you give these gifts as well as receive them. Remember the sunshine when the storm seems unending.

Teach love to those who hate, and let that love embrace you as you go out into the world. May the teachings of those you admire become part of you, so that you may call upon them. Remember those whose lives you have touched and whose have touched yours are always a part of you, even if the encounters were less than you would have wished. It is the content of the encounter that is
more important than the form.

May you not become too concerned with material matters, but instead place immeasurable value on the goodness in your heart. Find time each day to see beauty and love in the world around you. Realize that each person has limitless abilities, but each of us is different in our own way. What you feel you lack in the present may become one of your strengths in the future. May you see your future as one filled with promise and possibility. Learn to view everything as a worthwhile experience. May you find enough inner strength to determine your own worth by yourself, and not be dependent on another's judgment of your accomplishments.
May you always feel loved.


Thursday, September 10, 2009

Crazy Dreams

Lately a handful of my friends have had trouble sleeping--either they can't fall asleep or they only get like 5 hours. I need 7+ hours of sleep to be alive. Anything less and I'm just a walking zombie. I don't know if it's because the weather has been changing or what, but I've been sleeping great. I've also been having some really off-the-wall dreams though.

#1: The other night I dreamt I was at a carnival, and I had to step on these wooden posts in order to go around in a circle, and I was holding some piece of fabric tightly wound in my hand. And at one point someone let the fabric go, so the whole circle thing was ruined.

It wasn't good.

#2: I had a dream I was in a hip, modern, bar with white seats. And I was sitting next to an Asian girl, who I didn't know at all. But we started talking. And then somehow, I leaned over the table and kissed her. And thought nothing of it. And then we continued talking so more.

I've never ever kissed someone of the same sex. I woke up and thought, omg, why did I think of this? Well IRL, I was hanging out with a lesbian at a bbq on Monday. Plus, Dreamdictionary.com says: If you are heterosexual and you dream that you are kissing someone of the same sex, then it represents self-acceptance. You are acknowledging the feminine or masculine side. So that's good--I'm accepting myself.

#3: I had a dream about bloggers, none of whom I know in IRL. Two women were getting married, other bloggers were getting drunk, and one blogger tried to seduce me while I was trying to sleep in the bed.

I was not having it, but needless to say it was a crazy dream!

Have you had any strange dreams lately?

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Weekend Recap

I can for sure say I certainly didn't labor at all this weekend.

Saturday I was so lazy alllll day. I seriously spent my day either sleeping, playing with the dog, or watching TV. I caught up with all my shows--Project Runway, Top Chef, Drop Dead Diva, Army Wives, and started to watch Hung, which is on HBO. It wasn't inspiring, but it did fill up some time.

Sunday I slept in, then was determined to check some things off my to-do list. I did replace my car battery and windshield wiper. I went to Walmart and bought WD-40. I got a new Costco card. I even went to Kohl's and bought a new dress, and a t-shirt. They were having a sale so everything was 15% off. Love it!

Monday I made homemade blueberry muffins, went to a friend's bbq, laid out by the pool, and spent time with family, including this lil' guy who is about to turn two. Isn't he adorable? He's my cousin.

How was your weekend?

Friday, September 4, 2009


I'm excited that it's Friday, because that means it's the weekend. I don't have much planned for this holiday weekend at all. Just want to go outside, maybe for a hike or a bike ride, and sleep, and relax. And oh, I want to shop too. I am so sick of my wardrobe. I'd like to buy a new pair of shoes, a couple new pairs of pants--jeans or work type clothes--and a couple new shirts. I'll probably just hit up the mall and see what I find.

Oh and I am going to attempt to do some productive type things such as:
  • Get a new car battery. Everytime I get my oil changed, they tell me my battery reading is low. So I'm finally going to do it this weekend.
  • Along with the car maintenance, I'm going to replace my other windshield wiper, so that they both are new. I'm going to also pay $7 and get my car vacuumed and washed.
  • I'm going to clean out my car truck that has clothes I've been meaning to donate to Goodwill.
  • If I get to be motivated enough, I want to fix my closet. About a month or so ago the rod in my closet kinda ripped out of the wall, so I haven't been able to hang up my clothes in a long time. I think it was the weight of all my winter clothes that made it break but it'd be nice to fix that, because it would free up some room on my floor :)
  • Enjoy time with my family before my Dad leaves to go back to China. He's only here until Tuesday, but we might go to the mountains this weekend, so either way I'll make time for him.
What are you all doing this weekend?

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Flyin' by...

This week has flown by for me. Tuesday I saw that murder mystery play with Steve, who I used to like alot. We went to celebrate my birthday. The play was really good, I would see it again. And it was nice to see what he's been up to (read: not much). Last night I caught up with M over dinner at Red Robin, where we talked a bunch. Twas good times. Tonight I'm not going to do anything special really, just keep hunting for my lost bus pass and Costco card.

The job interview I had yesterday went well. At least I think so. The guy just sat there and asked me a bizillon questions for an hour. I felt confident and thought I asked good questions. He has other people to interview, so I won't know if I made the next round until the end of next week. And he said ideally, the person who filled the position wouldn't start until end of September/Beginning of October, which is perfect. Why? Because on Sept. 21, the boss of our "community" is coming into town. Everytime he's come into the office, someone has gotten laid off. First it was our publisher, then it was the graphic designer, and then it was production... So, essentially, I'm preparing myself for getting laid off, because by now, we can't lay off the art person because she's the only one left in that dept. Which means that it has to be someone from my department and I'm the lowest one on the totem pole. Sooooo...ideal situation would be, get laid off, take severance package, and then start the new job come October. Let's just hope I get the position either way, k? K.

Ummmm other than that, nothing else to really shout about. I'm glad the long weekend is coming up.

(Wow this was a boring entry. I think I should take a nap now)

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Wrong side of the bed

I must have woken up on the wrong side of the bed today. Or maybe it was that I actually woke up at 5:30 a.m. this morning from a really bad dream. In the dream, I had two minutes until my job interview and my mom and M were with me. M drove us there. Anyways, we're on the fourth floor of this building walking around when my mom decides she has to pee. I am so frustrated with her because she's going to make me late! I can't be late! Then as she's about done, I decide since I'm going to in the interview for an hour, I have to go pee too. Only, there's a long ass line and turns out I'm in a doctor's office, and everyone in line has to pee in a cup. So I say, screw it, I'll be fine. I see a girl and ask her where the third floor is, and thankfully she says it's just downstairs. So maybe I will make it on time, I think to myself. Then my mom emerges from the bathroom, and says "You didn't do your hair! You look like shit." That is when I realize my hair isn't even combed, it's still in a ponytail and I didn't put on any makeup. FML.

Bad dream, I know. I think I'm full of hate today because I'm stressed. I'm stressed out about my job interview tomorrow. I don't know what I'm wearing, and I ran out of time to perfect my hair today. I know what you're thinking--just do it tonight, right? Well, no. That's not gonna work because I'm going to be at the murder mystery play with Steve until 9:30. So I probably won't get home till 10pm. Oh well, it has to get done. As for as outfits, I'm going with either the black-pants-with-blazer number or a fancy skirt with a black blazer. and heels. and unlike my dream, my hair will be perfect and I will have makeup on.

I'm also stressed because I've lost something very important to me. It's like gold. It's like my eco pass, which is a yearly bus pass that I get for free from work. And I've lost it. Er, misplaced it. Dude, I don't know. But I know that I very rarely ever ever ever lose shit and I'm frustrated that I can find it. I know I had it for sure on Friday, because it was with my Costco card that is also missing. I know that I have to find it. I've torn my room apart, it's not there. Looked in my car. Not there. Looked in my mom's car. Not there. Ugh! I have to find it. Emphasis on the have, ok? I did email the bus guy I know to see what I would have to do to replace it if it came to that, so that's positive. And it's positive that I do have a car, so I can drive this week if need be. I just hate losing things.

Have you lost anything recently or just want to bitch like me? Go for it.