Everything You Haven't Seen

A couple of weeks ago was the Mr. Hyphen pageant, a really cheesy competition for Asian American men with a $1000 prize for the charities of their choice. My good friend Golfy won and the money was split between Janet Liang of HelpingJanet.com, a beautifulyoungintelligent girl that is fighting leukemia, and the Thai American Scholarship.

Just recently, Golfy's win was posted in the NYTimes! Someone dreadful also uploaded videos of his really ridiculous talent portion. I've grown accustomed to working behind the scenes. The stage is not my thing anymore, I wasn't comfortable, and I really didn't want to be up there. So why am I showing you the videos? Because the people that read this should know a little bit more about me than the people on Facebook. Oh, internet...





The unofficial afterparty was at Mua. I was a tranny hot mess. I chugged 3 Adios' and adiosed the fuck out.


Fast forward a couple weeks later and I'm hanging out with my favorite person. =) I spent Thanksgiving weekend driving back and forth with Killer between Roseville and Union City because my mom doesn't care too much for the mileage and gas and the environment.

On the Friday after Thanksgiving we headed to Union Square for the Tree Lighting Ceremony. Killer and I arrived a little late and IT WAS SOOO PACKED. We managed to find our little gate "VIP Entrance", told the PR Lady my full name, Killer's full name, and then we walked through this absolutely clear entrance away from the sardine-packed crowds of people. =)


We ended up hanging out stage right =)


From what I heard the event wasn't so great (the parts we missed). I'm just glad I didn't have to hang out in the sea of people =)

Saturday, watched Transiberian Orchestra with Jump, Pig, and Killer. Arco Arena is a piece of shit with it's nasty plastic seats. The concert was wonderful when the musicians didn't sing. Overall the concert was very 80's, and I HATE the music of the 80's. Also, lots of hair-whipping. LOTS.

Secret game. =)

This past Wednesday, I was driving home from work and got rear ended by some idiot. I was on Decoto near Vintage Courts and the guy that hit me really fucked up his car. Someone braked late at the red light which caused a chain reaction. I was far back, driving below speed limit, so I braked fine and it was totally obvious that the guy behind me was speeding and not paying attention. It sounded awful; I heard glass, saw the smoke right away, and the sound of the impact kept replaying in my head a few hours after. When I, and the lady in front of me whose car I got pushed into, pulled over...the idiot sped off! I was fine, the lady in front of me was fine. Surprisingly there wasn't too much damage to our cars especially with how bad it sounded. My exhaust was smashed/folded down, my bumper was hanging a little low, and I can't open the trunk anymore. I was just surprised that nothing was smashed in. A very nice guy on his bike called the cops for us, and another guy showed up 2 minutes later to say that he followed the jerk after he sped off and told us the make of his car. He also said the guy was swerving before the crash.

It took me 2+ years to trust myself behind the wheel, but folks, don't forget that you CAN'T trust the drivers around you. Whether or not you're on a bike or walking or driving. Be safe! Don't be a late braker. Aaand, if you're walking...even if the Walk Man lights up, be careful of idiots that go crazy for those green turn lights. In LA I nearly got plowed by this truck. The ASSHOLE slammed on the brakes, looked at me, then sped off. He didn't even say sorry. I was so mad, so mad that I couldn't do anything...that I cried. Haha.

Back to homework.

Another hint for Killer:
-Ribbon

All I See

I had a crazy weekend which consisted of everything but homework.

Saturday

Woke up at the asscrack of dawn, no, before that, at 5am. Packed up too much stuff, and the kids, then headed to Fresno. My sister's very kind friend offered to drive, smashed on the 99 and we arrived an hour early...about 8am. Call time was 9am, which was still an hour before showtime. Found a Starbucks - THANKGOD - and even the cashier, some guy that looked like he shoulda been playing defense for some football team, said "Damn, you're here early." Goodness I love that. I am NOT a morning a person and when I go to Starbucks and my drug (caffeine) dealers are all cheerful and happy and chirping I just want to shoot them. I like when my drug dealers are as grumpy as I am. I ended up being veryyyy content with my coffee because that sustained me for about...half of the day before realizing I needed to eat real food to feel better...around 4pm.

Arrived at Koligian Stadium for 1/2/3A Prelims promptly at 9am - after heading the wrong fucking direction - I HATE Fresno. Set up trophies, btw I got to drive a golf cart which I ended up NOT liking, and got the feel of the venue. Once the show started I kinda screwed up the exchange of tapes (I can't blame my kids) so I decided to just handle tape exchanges myself. I hardly ate anything the whole day, had 1 bottle of water, and did a shitload of stairs and running to hospitality. I was really pleased with how kind the hospitality women were to me because they were bitches to everyone else. I sort of abused their kindness by snagging food for my volunteers. Anyways, the day was soooo long and the whole time I wished Killer was around. We were both experiencing a long, sucky day but not experiencing it together...but if we were together then the day wouldn't be sucky.

By the end of the night I was SPRINTING back and forth between the center field and the Stat room because all 44 school folders needed complete Recaps which can't be printed until the last school's performance scores are tallied. The Godfather (George) asked me to handle trophies first and while I was arranging all 24 trophies/3 banners/3 boxes of medals/Yamaha prizes, the school bands were doing this weird thing where the percussion marches up to the awards table and shows off. I had worked with WBA 3 times and NEVER seen that happen before, so while I'm arranging trophies this one school is drumming TWO FEET away from the table. My ass was practically sitting on the first snare's drum lol. Eventually they move over and ANOTHER BAND replaces them. The fuck! Let me do my job!

After finishing up the trophies I run back to Stat to get the envelopes which have all scores, mp3's, dvd's, and recaps...turns out we have a computer problem with the numbers, then the announcers went ahead with Awards. I run back and THEN...end up having to walk with the drum major (presenting) of the host school because she has to MARCH AND SALUTE and couldn't have her hands full goddammit. So I was dressed and looking like a messy fool on the field handing off trophies.

***And all that stuff rightbefore the actual handing off of the awards was within a 10 minute time frame. Suck.

Finally, awards was over and One and I DEFROSTED in the heated Stat room. We were the last people to leave because Sam and company at the 4/5A site were taking their sweet time so I called up Killer <3. Now, by this time I finally had a chance to sit down for something longer than 5 minutes and I felt AAALLL my muscles and sore feet from the entire day.

It was completely lovely having Killer around the end of the night. It was like my reward for a bitch of a day. However, I also felt bad that first he had a bitch of a day then had a bitch of a drive to get up to Fresno. =/ We checked into the hotel, which was also VERY lovely. I was soooo tired that I felt stoned/drunk/nauseous and I couldn't eat my In-N-Out. Killer also told me that he picked LAPD =)

Sunday

Woke up at 8am. I sooo did not want to get out of bed. Got dressed, had a crappy hotel breakfast surrounded by rude high schoolers that were bunked at our hotel. I bet they lost. I hate high school kids. Headed to Buchanan HS for Championships after a quick detour to Starbucks for more coffee. My sister was being a real bitch around that time. I can't remember the details but she said I owed her gas money, which no, I was NOT going to pay her back. She ALWAYS signs up for these trips and vacations with NO MONEY in her own pocket. And she expects me to pay for her. Hellooooo I paid for the 2nd hotel room which was s'posed to be for her friends that flaked. I only asked One to come with me on this trip and I woulda comp'd her for any expenses. I hate dealing with people that are just out-of-this world mean and unappreciative. Like her.

Anyways, this day was a whole lot more chill because Mama V wanted me to relax until awards which was super kind of her but that left me the whole day to sink into the pain and soreness my body was feeling and time to watch bands. I hate watching bands because they make me complain..and sometimes I forget to watch my mouth and my surroundings as far as supporting band parents go heh. There was this moment where Killer and I were watching bands from this secluded Top Box window and this Clovis East woman came in to shoo us out because there was money being counted on that side of the box. Killer said he "hates when people make emergencies out of nothing" and that summed up the situation perfectly. First of all, the parents counting the money ASKED Killer to help them (shoulda told the bitch that), second, I was a PAID EMPLOYEE of WBA, not some random volunteer, third, we had badges, fourth, what did we look like? Middle school kids? Thefuck, we were minding our own fucking business. I told Mama V about it, turns out the lady is a friend of a friend so I felt like I should be obligated to like her but geez. I was really irritated. Like really. And that woman couldn't tell that Killer and I were clearly more interested in each other and our private window overlooking the bands instead of the thousands of dollars being counted in the room next to us.

Awards this time around was definitely more chill, I think. I was/am very thankful for all the super enthusiastic volunteers helping me out and getting the work done until random kids start showing up, bossing each other around and taking over my duties. It kind of worries me, no way in the sense that I want to be in charge or anything, but because if anything is miscommunicated/screwed up MY name is on the line. Just like the tape exchange mishaps from Prelims. There was this once incident right before Finals awards where RIGHT when I was about to explain the next step this kid comes up and cuts me off and right away everyone listens to him, doing work on his order. I was JUST about to explain, he comes in, cuts me off, and I'm just frozen there with this flabbergasted expression on my face. And then they all go grabbing yard markers and CHUCKING them off the field. Awards is sort of supposed to be a dignified (trying to, lol) ceremony - which was why I was sooo embarrassed when I had to walk out with trophies during Prelims - I get it now...why I don't like crowds of people haha.

What else...there were fireworks AWESOME! Next year I'm going to try to pick out a song to be played during the fireworks presentation if they decide to do that again. We may have copyright problems. We'll see.

I was excited to get my part of the job over and done with but maaan, I didn't want Killer to leave =( And he kept asking me to stay =(

Through This

Ok, real quick I have to proclaim my love for this song.

STARS - YOUR EX-LOVER IS DEAD

God, that was strange to see you again
Introduced by a friend of a friend
Smiled and said, "Yes, I think we've met before"
In that instant it started to pour

Captured a taxi despite all the rain
We drove in silence across Pont Champlain
And all of that time you thought I was sad
I was trying to remember your name

This scar is a fleck on my porcelain skin
You tried to reach deep but you never got in
And now you're outside me, you see all the beauty
Repent all your sin

Nothing but time and a face that you'll lose
I chose to feel it and you couldn't choose
I'll write you a postcard, I'll send you the news
From the house down the road from real love

Live through this and you won't look back

There's one thing I have to say so I'll be brave
You were what I wanted
I gave what I gave
I'm not sorry I met you
I'm not sorry it's over
I'm not sorry there's nothing to save


As seen on SYTYCD, performed by Ellenore and Ryan, choreographed by Travis Wall. This was an old song I KNOW I had on my old Itunes but was lost in the Old Computer Crash from a few months back. It's about old lovers meeting up, reminiscing about their relationship that ended badly, but realizing that they don't have regrets. What REALLY got me loving the song was the music video, paying homage to Eternal Sunshine.

***

It's nearly 5:30 pm on Friday and I am almost the last person in the office. I was too lazy to drive home only to head back to BART to pick up Wingman. Work is AWFULLY dull when Mama V isn't here. This past week I've been slaving away at this 10 month Excel spreadsheet for 100+ students, calculating busing bills. I've luckily been hired for this project as opposed to just working for someone so I have the luxury of zoning out to my ipod; headphones on, volume up. Eventually Mama V would hafta shoot rubberbands or her Nerf gun (which I got her 2 Christmases ago to shoot at my other coworker!) to get my attention. Then Donald figured out she needed batteries to use the red laser light "You're trying to jeopardize my precision!" Mama V says. Since I'm low on cash this year I figure the best gift for her would be batteries as well as a bag of additional Nerf bullet thingers.

***

I'm REALLY excited for this weekend. Not only am I getting paid, I will be getting a bitch of a workout for my legs because I couldn't get volunteers for my site. That means the Wingman and I will be running up and down stairs from 10am - 9pm. Then, when I'm tired as shit, Killer should be arriving. =) Mama V also got promoted; before she was simply a judging paper collector whatever, and now she's the actual Timing and Penalty Tabulator. I want to get bumped up!

***

And because I haven't said it in a while...
FUCK! HOMEWORK!
yea, I haven't TOUCHED it.

Livin La Vida Loca

I had a pretty full weekend and I wish my life was a little more dull so that I could've gotten some homework done.

My cousin Mo flew in from Philadelphia just to watch a concert from this techno dude named BT. His music wasn't so bad! Unfortunately she told my parents that the event was 21+ before I could pull her aside to tell her about my fakie. Because her concert ended at 2am, I hung out with the old folks at the lame Asian karaoke lounge to pass the time. When we reached downtown to pick her up, there were all these Marines in their Blues walking around in the rain. Mo said that the club was full of them. I guess Marines like Techno. On the drive home Mo and I had a loooong discussion about Harry Potter. Something I couldn't do with any other family member. We also talked concerts and my ass NEEDS to make it to LOTR II next year. The concert should fall somewhere around Killer's bday and I'd LOVE to take him instead of my sister who doesn't completely enjoy any of the movies.

Saturday I took my cousin to the city where we did all sorts of touristy things like riding the streetcar, Fisherman's Wharf, Boudin, Musee Mechanique, Ghirardelli Square, then back to Union Square. We also went to the Jewish Contemporary Museum to check out the Maurice Sendak exhibit which was enjoyable but not as BIG as I thought it would be. His exhibit took up a small wing of the museum which didn't match with the hundreds of advertisements and banners decked around the city. There definitely were some wonderful things. I've always loved his illustrations of fantasy combined with his use of detail from crosshatching, shading, rendering. Growing up (a Jew, this was heavily promoted, duh, Jewish museum) he was surrounded by death, oppression, disease, the Holocaust, the transition/struggle of moving to America and all of that was illustrated in his work. Yes, in the kiddy books. He used goblins and other evil creatures to represent death, anger, AIDS, etc. Reminded me of Killer's outlook on how parents shouldn't censor things from their children; the world IS a scary place. Here are a few quotes from the exhibit:

"Fantasy only makes sense only if it's rooted 10 ft deep in reality"

"...And the children get shot on the way to school, contract aids; they are in the most vulnerable position imaginable. If we aren't honest with them they'll die."

"...he wanted to blur the lines between good and evil, asking readers to find beauty in the devils, and clumsiness in the angels" (something about Sendak's grandmother dressing his sick cousin in all white so that Death would not take him; tricked into thinking he was already an Angel)

"We make up things that mean things. That's how you get through life, you make it up."

After that was Mr. Hyphen. Golfy won! Competition was tough. All the contestants were equally charming, intelligent, and hardworking. Funny how that Golfy's talent portion ended up being the fan favorite. During Q+A when asked 3 people he would like to have dinner with, he picked Ricky Martin, Michelle Maykin, and Danity Kane. Afterwards was the afterparty at Mua. I had waaay too much to drink. I need to get my act together. I'm actually kind of mad and disgusted with myself. I NEED to get my act together.

Sunday I went to Skidazzle with Jump, Peter, and Wit. Got an awesome new Roxy jacket which I thought looked "Soooo Alexander McQueen". It was from last season and priced at $139 and it was sooo much better than the rest of the crap on that sale rack. Most Womens' jackets feature some ugly graphic print or overall just lacks in character. My new jacket is black but the details are wonderful. When I showed Killer through Skype and he straight up said it looked very similar to his Blues jacket. D'oh. It really does. I didn't even realize the ridiculous similarites before I made the purchase! It's pretty on point; it's black, gold buttons with a sort of engraved emblem, red topstitching, red lining, the double-breasted detail. The Marines' Blues jacket is definitely good looking but I don't want to look like a Marine. That's his thing, not my own. Peter and Jump didn't tell me it looked like a Blues jacket so on the slopes I'm banking on the fact that not too many people know what a Marine's uniform looks like.

At Skidazzle I purchased a Heavenly season pass for my dad at $350, he needs to pay me back asap. I got 2 free drink tickets for that purchase and I totally handed them over to Peter. Got 3 free pairs of shoelaces, and 2 pairs of socks. Army green for Killer, magenta for me. =) Almost bought a snowboard but I love my old crappy one TOO MUCH. Three Red Bull shots, a free lift ticket to Bear Valley, Sierra Summit, Northstay, Sierra-at-Tahoe, Mt. Rose with a bunch of fine print, discount card to Any Mountain, and a $20 off coupon for Heavenly.

Drove around San Jose, got food at La Vic's which btw, SUCKS and the only reason I could enjoy my burrito was because it was DRENCHED in the famous orange sauce. Wandered around the zoo which was Great Mall and finally made it home.

I wish I could have taken my cousin out more while she was here, but we closed the night with a showing of The Boat That Rocked at Century 25. One of my favorite scenes, the barhopping scene, got cut out from the version Killer had. It was a really funny scene and I'm sure the only reason it got taken out was because it wasn't consistent with the fact that the movie is about a boat and they were on land for that ONE part. Sucks. In the beginning they roll the cast credits to Phillip Seymore Hoffman dancing. THAT is inconsistent with the rest of the film because you CAN'T point him out as a main character. Everyone got pretty equal screen time.

PS, Mama V's son Jason is engaged! Yay, wedding to plan!!! And it's so weird that he's walking, like 2 months ago he fell off his bike and looked as broke as Humpty Dumpty.

From Dear Spike Love Dad

TO OUR LOVE

Dear Spike:

Your mother and I have been married for more than seven years now and although things aren't always perfect, I've never regretted my decision to commit myself to her. She is my hero and my best friend. And I cannot fathom what my life would be like without her.

So it might be strange for you to hear me say that, every now and again, I regret that we got married.

Let me explain.

Today, voters in Maine shot down a law that would have allowed gay couples to marry. In doing so, Maine became the 31st state where voters have decided that the right to marry should be limited to those who look like your mother and I do.

By the time you are old enough to be president, today's vote will be yet another sad footnote in our nation's history. Older Americans, who oppose gay marriage in great numbers, are taking their interpretations of Old Testament scripture to the grave. Younger Americans, those who will be voting for decades to come, simply do not care to mix religion and politics, particularly when it comes to depriving fellow citizens of their rights.

Like segregation and anti-suffrage, this too shall pass.

But today I am sickened. Heartbroken. Angry.

And I am left wondering: What good is marriage?

What good is marriage if it does not represent love?

What good is marriage if it does not represent commitment?

What good is marriage, if it does not represent the will of two people to stand by one another, for richer and for poorer, for better or for worse, forever and ever?

Of course, for most of us — heterosexual and homosexual alike — marriage represents all of those things. Marriage is love and commitment and the will to stand together, through all of life's challenges, because life is too damn hard to stand alone.

But the marriage certificate that your mother and I signed seven years ago? That little slip of paper filed away in a box somewhere in the basement of the Benton County Courthouse in Corvallis, Ore.? That legal testament to our love?

It is meaningless to me. Worthless to me. And perhaps it is fortunate that today we live so far away from the town where we were married, because I feel a burning compulsion to march into that courthouse, demand that piece of paper and tear it up, shred by tiny shred.

Yes, today I regret that we got married. I regret that we felt compelled to ask for a rubber stamp from a government that does not offer that same easy endorsement to anyone who loves the way your mother and I love. I regret that we felt the need to ask permission to love one another from this nation of the people, by the people and for all the jealous, greedy, judgmental people.

I do not regret the way I love your mother. Not one bit.

I do not regret the day I stood, holding her hands and looking into her eyes, and promised to love her, to cherish her, to honor her and to be there for her forever.

I do not regret the dance we danced or the cake we cut or the toasts we made.

Not one bit.

But I'd burn that marriage certificate. By God, I would.

Love,
dad

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Two Names You Go By
1. Panda
2. Gerbil

Two Parts of Your Heritage
1. Thai
2. Laotian

Two things that scare you
1. Butterflies
2. The day I decide to learn stickshift

Two of Your Everyday Essentials
1. Crackberry
2. Ipod

Two Things You Are Wearing Right Now
1. Flannel pants
2. High collar lace top

Two of Your Favorite Bands or Musical Artists
1. New Radicals
2. William Fitzsimmons

Two of Your Favorite Hobbies
1. Nothing (with Killer only)
2. Traveling

Two Things You Want Really Badly
1. Apartment in LA
2. Graduation

Two Places You Want to go on Vacation
1. New Orleans
2. Greece

Two Things You Want to Do Before You Die
1. Swim with a dolphin
2. Trainhop

Two Things You Are Thinking About Now
1. Fuck, homework
2. Fuck, more homework.

Two Stores You Shop At
1. Thrifttown
2. TJMaxx

Two people you haven’t talked to in a while
1. Francis
2. KellyVivian

Two favorite web sites
1. ffffound!
2. craigslist

Two Favorite Sports

1. Snowboarding
2. Swimming

Two things you did last night
1. Complain
2. Vegetate

Two shows you like to watch
1. SYTYCD
2. Gossip Girl

Two places you like to go to
1. Irvine
2. his bed

Two Favorite People
1. Killer
2. One

Two Favorite Subjects In School
1. Textile Science (owned that bitch)
2. Collection Development

Two Favorite Places to eat

1. Anywhere with sushi
2. Nola

Two People that live in your house
1. Mom
2. Dad

Two things you like about yourself (physical)
1. My eyes, bc they're bigger than most Asians, but pretty useless without visual aids.
2. Legs, thanks Dad.

Two things you ate today
1. French Fries
2. Reese's Pieces

Two people you last talked to
1. Killer
2. Mom

Two Things you’re doing tomorrow
1. School
2. Taking Monicuhzzz about town

Bored In Da Club

I remember doing this on xanga and how cryptic everyone would try to be with what they wrote. I think this should be easy to figure out.

10 things you could say to 10 different people right now…

1. On top of being sooo kind, generous, reliable, sweet....you are definitely one of the funnest people to be around. Laughing at/with you makes my stomach hurt. We got super close on the NY trip that almost didn't happen and I CANNOT WAIT for our next adventure.

2. I'm really astonished (in a good way) with how grown, mature, intelligent, hardworking, and positive you are. I may have had a wee, little bit to do with your growth, but only just a little bit. You're young, but one of the most amazing people I know. PS, take cold medicine or slow yourself down. You're trying to save the world and you're only 80 lbs.

3. Here's the deal. It felt like my world ended when I let you go for the better. And you wasted it. I don't want to talk to you...yet. Maybe later.

4. One day you'll make sense to me. One day I'll be proud of you. I may even admire you, respect you, do anything for you, but for now you prove nothing to me. You're just lazy and too mean. I want to learn to love you but I don't think I have a reason to.

5I love you. Too much. Funny how we both figured NOTHING would happen between us and 5 years later you've become my everything. I don't understand why/how I used to swoop in and out of your life bc now I can't imagine what'd it be like if you swooped out of mine. It's so easy to love you. I'm so gay for you, you make me gooey and sick and cheesy. You're so wonderful it makes me want to vomit. I was sposed to be the tough girl, but I'm glad I'm not anymore.

6 We've gotten really close this past year and I can't tell if you're like my older brother or not. You call me "lil sis" sometimes but I feel older than you haha.I DO tell you what to do most of the time, I'm the boss.

7. You are selfless, sooo hardworking, intelligent, driven, loving, caring, EVERYTHING that makes up a BEAUTIFUL, young woman. What you don't understand is that you are BEAUTIFUL on the outside. Stop hiding under those loose shirts and trousers! Let me dress you!

8.I miss you so much. I didn't know I could completely admire and adore and know what a best friend felt like until I met you. And now you're halfway around the world.

9. You were the bestest roommate ever. Kind, generous, CHILL, and you even put up with my consistent complaints about hw. I hope we reunite one day.

10. You get another because you're that special. If you decide to go, I will be more proud than sad. All I ask is that you try your hardest to make it back to me.

9 things people may not know about you

1. When I find a new favorite song, I can usually spend the entire day with it on repeat.
2. I HATE being in school with a passion. I really like working FOR a school though. Gah, I always have to be weird.
3. I don't believe in God or fate or destiny. I used to believe in a hint of all of the above, but I figured I was giving myself an excuse for the things I didn't want/was too scared to control.
4. I actually LOVE working myself til I collapse from exhaustion. As in doing WORK, not the gym or homework. That stuff is torture.
5. I couldn't imagine myself getting mugged/raped/beaten. I have to win all the time. I will kick them in the nuts, pull hair, kick shins, elbow heads, poke eyes...I HAVE to get away
6. I'm really shy, but coordinating/organizing/BOSSING other people around to get the job done is the only time I feel brave. Or when I've got something nice on.
7. I've got a liver of steel and I think it is the most unattractive thing everrr.
8. I was surprised that I still maintained friendships once I got my braces on. I feel ugly most of the time.
9. I wish I could dance more, I just need the guidance

8 ways to win my heart

1.Share chocolate with me
2. Be spontaneous. "Let's go to Paris!" "Okay!!!"
3. Hard-working/independent
4. Smile
5. Low on conflict/drama
6. Get my back, especially if I've got yours
7. Make me laugh
8. Patience, I'm slow to open up

7 things that cross your mind a lot

1.FUCK! Homework!
2. Downtown Los Angeles
3. I HATE SCHOOL
4. I love him. TOO MUCH!
5. ^^^ he's my motivation to get my ass graduated and relocated and working. I almost failed, he saved me haha.
6. I miss him.
7. Bed.

6 things you do before you fall asleep

1. Think about homework
2. Call/Skype Killer
3. Pretend he's there
4. Make sure my necklace is there
5. Check my alarm
6. Pick something wonderful to try to dream about

5 things you notice in the opposite sex

1.Smile! No mean muggin'
2.Whether or not he's gangster haha
3.If he opens the door for women
4. Their drive/motivation to get things done
5. Eyes

4 things you wish you never did

1. Got on that plane from SNA to SFO
2. Moved back to SF from LA
3. Called my Mom a bitch (just once)
4. Eh, that's it

3 songs to describe your life

1. Mother We Just Can't Get Enough
2. Move on Up
3. Gumption

2 things you want to do before you die

1. Know my quality
2. Have a strawberry daquiri

1 confession…

NOT TELLING!

Somethin Like a Phenomenon Baby.

I had the most marvelous weekend which consisted of marvelous nothings with my marvelous boyfriend.
Friday, he arrived at my house armed with a mini screwdriver thingy and fixed my magnifying glasses so now I feel slightly obligated to wear them. He likes them. And I feel as if the sun were to ever shine through the lenses I could burn my corneas out.


We headed out to Le Moose after where we shared a Strawberry Delight crepe and baby Nikhil. Nikhil is the little 1 yr old son of the owner and I guess they kind of just let him run around. He's starting to mumble cute baby gibberish so now I get to have chats with him. He's definitely warming up. About a month ago, he was really uncomfortable around people that weren't his mom or dad. I drove home, we watched the Simpsons Movie and did all sorts of lazy around the house. I think I beat him at Jeopardy too. =)


Saturday, I made the drive out to Roseville. I always underestimate my driving skills and overall awareness of my surroundings but I did well, haha. I kinda got lost, but I fixed it so that doesn't count as lost. I just went the wrong way. I somehow ended up on the 50 which leads to South Lake Tahoe. It was hilarious because after passing Sacramento, I was seeing plenty of signage but none of them were telling me where to go. His house ended up sitting somewhere inbetween the 80 and the 50 so I was sort of traveling the same distance but coming in from the opposite side. Thank goodness for Google Maps.



Roseville is a really nice place with that "hometown" feel that I had only previously felt from visiting my dad's old hometown in Pennsylvania. Living in LA and coming back to my house in Union City always felt weird, especially because my room was converted to a storage closet and in general the area has gotten more ghetto. Union City is stuck in this funky transition. It's supposed to be a nice suburban area; it's just the people that make it ghetto. All these gangsters hang out in the parking lot by Jamba Juice and Krispy Kreme...IT DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE. TGIFriday's has become the new bar scene. Kids get shot everywhere. I'm trying to find out where I can picture myself living and it's definitely not Union City.


Anyways, got lunch with Killer and his Mom, watched The Brothers Bloom WHICH WAS REALLY GOOD. In the trailer, Rachel Weisz as Penelope looked like an awfully dull/fake actress but in the film you learn that that's what her character is like. I just re-watched the trailer to remind myself why I thought it looked like a dumb movie (trailer doesn't do Rachel justice). There were all these little things in the film between Penelope and Bloom (Adrien Brody) that went along perfectly with the jokes me and Killer poke at each other. In fact we were literally poking each other during the film when something familiar came up haha. Anyways, there's the director's commentary featured on the website that you can dl and listen to as the movie plays and I think I might want to do that.

Lounged around his house, got some sushi for dinner, toured Roseville's new shopping plaza which reminded me of The Grove, and begged Time to move slower. Didn't listen. =( I left his house around 11pm and he kept me company on the phone while I drove back. I was in Roseville for nearly 12 hours and time just FLEW. No fair.

Killer's mom really likes me, which is great. I didn't do anything to make her not like me but I feel like "Yay, I pass!" Killer told me that his parents are just happy that he's found someone that makes him happy and I wish that was the case with my parents. I think with any daughter parents are going to be more protective but Killer is someone they know. Or maybe not. I'm definitely not worried about Pops though, he just wants a snowboard and beer buddy. I'm more than sure Mom thinks Killer is still the same 15 yr. old hooligan that she had to threaten to "confisticate" a Zippo lighter from back in 2004.

Miss you.

Secret Menus!

Jamba Juice: Jamba has an entire secret menu of "unhealthy" smoothies named after things that would involve copyright violations were they to be included on the menu. The ones we know of:White Gummi Bear, Red Gummi Bear, Green Gummi Bear, Raspberry Dreamin', Pineapple Dreamin', Sourpatch Kid, Tropical Tango, Pacific Passion, Berry Depressing, Now and Later, Peanut Butter and Jelly, Apple Pie, Fruity Pebbles, Rainbow Sherbet, Strawberry Shortcake, Push Pop, Skittles, Andres' Surprise, and Lemonade Lightnin'.

Starbucks: Starbucks will make you absolutely anything you want no matter how insane it is, according to our tipster.

"Baristas might try and tell their customers that no, we can't do that with the blenders. This is a lie. Starbucks corporate policy is that the customer is ALWAYS right (even when the request is stupid). If you really insist that you want your iced soy latte blended, the baristas HAVE to do it. If they continue to refuse, ask to speak to a manager and either they'll realize they're about to get in trouble and will fill your request, or the manager will come out and politely tell the barista to make the customer happy.

Absolutely any concoction that you can think of (involving any type of milk, syrup, coffee, etc.) will be made for you. The limits to Starbucks "secret menu" are merely the limits of your imagination. You can even bring supplements from home and ask the barista to please include that in your drink."

Well, damn.

Taco Bell: Everything Taco Bell makes is comprised of a few basic ingredients, so they'll likely make anything they have the stuff for, which is probably pretty much anything they've ever served. Examples to attempt: Cheesy Gordita Crunch, Cheesy Fiesta Potatoes, Encharito.

Chipotle: Chipotle will, like Taco Bell, make anything they have the ingredients for. Unlike Taco Bell, this is an official policy. Some suggestions: Nachos, Quesadilla, Individual Tacos, Taco Salads, Tiny Bean Burritos Using Taco Shells, Fresh Cilantro on Your Tacos, whatever you can think of.

Subway: Subway will still make the "pizza sub," and many other former menu items. Also, they can't sell "broken cookies," so they may give you some for free.

Not Cool

Nasty Gal Vintage is looking for a Customer Service Rep and I am so perfectly and completely qualified and I CAN'T DO IT BECAUSE I HAVE ONE 3-HOUR CLASS DURING THE WEEK!!! I am so sad. I was getting sick of school in the first place, I'm at the very very tail end of my education, on my way to getting my AA in Fashion Design, can't wait to get out, and now this unattainable job is RIGHT HERE IN MY FACE to bite me! It's so hard to find a decent fashion industry job in San Francisco that isn't retail-slavery, and this job oppurtunity combines fashion as well as my 2.5 years of experience in the clerical/admin field. UGH!!! My mom would kill me if I dropped no matter how many different ways I could show her my degree doesn't matter. I really want to drop but I know if I do now I won't go back to finish...

Monday, November 2

ABC: Jimmy Kimmel Live: Cobra Starship (r)
FUEL: The Daily Habit: Peter, Bjorn & John
MTV: It's On With Alexa Chung: Weezer
CBS: Late Show With David Letterman: Carrie Underwood
NBC: The Jay Leno Show: Mariah Carey
NBC: The Tonight Show with Conan O'Brien: Tegan & Sara
NBC: Late Night With Jimmy Fallon: Say Anything
NBC: Last Call With Carson Daly: Arctic Monkeys (r)

how did i forget to watch tv tonight?!?! everything looks great except for carrie and mariah. i also forgot gossip girl...fortunately i recorded it.

This guy has the greatest job everrr! He's a buyer for Anthropologie. He travels aaaall around the world buying furniture, fabrics, trinkets, and other beautiful handcrafted junk and now he's got his own gig on the Sundance Channel WHICHIDON'THAVE.

Click and zoom in to check out this awesome wedding invitation.

I might paint this for the 1920's party. I might also change up the font. I might not because I kinda like it the way it is.

Halloween at the Blanco House

I'm liking the visible leather belts and vests-no-jackets.

For the color scheme. Not the taxidermy.

I want to reproduce this. It's eye trippy. I think I have one more canvas around my house somewhere...

Soft, fluid fabrics in gentle colors paired with tranny fierce heels <3 onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGsDiETekpGTrxgCYSt-rdo94SJqtKh7uAwSzZmDR0HnyhzJFlXmbzqclB08fb1lnTT7ji_U0wDi1j_9NuAoJn-Ur3U7733ETM4WAXw4GM1BKQ_n_tO3avPnjH8x-twpMDq3pf1Mn97vo/s1600-h/8062f1b6f776de66090844c9b894f4beffec1b8d_m.jpg">And again, same concept. Delicate ballet shoes with studs. Yesss.

Windoor!

I want this lamp!

Killer is coming up this weekend HELLTOTHEYESSX'SAZILLION