GIRLS' NIGHT OUT
Out with Kristen all day... two malls, a gazillon stores, and we still got a couple of bucks left between the two of us. (Yay us!) Our day got off to a late start because of an emergency trip to the dentist, courtesy of me. I was shot up with Novocain, mangled by, drilled on, and criticized by my dentist. (I really oughta find a new dentist!) HE CALLED ME PRISSY!!!! Maybe I tend to be a bit picky when it comes to food, and I might be a tad overly concerned with my appearance, but that does NOT constitute being prissy! It's even worse when it's your dentist calling you that!!!
Either way, the Novocain wore off right as Kristen and I made it to Santa Anita's CPK. Yum... good stuff! The waiter even brought us tiramisu – on the house!!!! *SCORE* Over lunch, Kristen got mad at me for being picky with my food and stopped talking to me. Quote of the CENTURY: "You're stupid. Now serve me!" LOL, Kris is TOO funny! She also made me finish everything and lick the plates clean. I was so full! My stomach still hurts right now... Santa Anita turned out to be a total bust – didn't buy anything except food. But DID see old high school friends!
We skedaddled on over to Montebello to go boy-watching. Sadly, no Albert... but we did get in some X-mas shopping. You know you're in Montebello when you get cat-calls IN the mall; greetings like "Daaaamn, Ma!" and "OOooOOh, Mama, looking good!" (Quite different from the cat-calls received in SF and Downtown Berkeley.) Kris and I got a good laugh out of it all. And still... no Albert.
We came back home and ate dinner (yes, more food). Then we met up with the other ladies (Elaine, Gabs, Caroline, and Tracy) for a late showing of "Two Weeks Notice." I'm usually not the biggest fan of romantic flicks, but I have to admit, this one was pretty darn good. I guess we all relate to Lucy in some way. In my case, I AM Lucy, except I don't get Hugh Grant in the end. It's sad that I need a movie to tell me things about myself and why I'm not hooked up with Mr. Right. I guess Mrs. Wellenstein was dead-on when she was talking about going to the "Boyfriend Shop" to build your perfect man... sadly, it doesn't exist. Remember Jamie, marry the man, not the job...
Tuesday, December 24, 2002
Sunday, December 22, 2002
X-MAS PARTY... DELTAMAX STYLE
Who would've thought that being in a room full of 40-something year old businessmen would end up being a night of utter fun. My dad's company throws the best X-mas parties! There was good food, lots of cheesy Karaoke singing, good food, dancing, and GOOD FOOD! I out-ate every man at the table and ended up being the life of the party. It was fun meeting up with my dad's coworkers again. Most of them haven't seen me in ages. I always get a kick out of their millions of stories about knowing me "when you were this little!" *holds hand out at knee height* And according to Kenny, no matter how much of a "young woman" I become in everybody else's eyes, I'll always be his "little tomboy".
Highlight of the night: I managed to steal a dance with Uncle Jack (dad's boss, whom I've known ever since I was born). Amazing... he still looks like an Asian Michael Douglas.
Revelation of the night: I'm attracted to older men because they're attracted to me! Sick, I know!! Once again, just reaffirms the fact that I'm a 40-year old woman trapped inside the body of a 19-year old girl. At least I managed to work the room and smoozed with all of my dad's big customers... so there's my good deed of the day.
All in all, a totally fun night. I laughed so hard that my jaw still hurts. Didn't think that spending time with people twice my age could be fun, but it was!!!! Already looking forward to next year's party...
Who would've thought that being in a room full of 40-something year old businessmen would end up being a night of utter fun. My dad's company throws the best X-mas parties! There was good food, lots of cheesy Karaoke singing, good food, dancing, and GOOD FOOD! I out-ate every man at the table and ended up being the life of the party. It was fun meeting up with my dad's coworkers again. Most of them haven't seen me in ages. I always get a kick out of their millions of stories about knowing me "when you were this little!" *holds hand out at knee height* And according to Kenny, no matter how much of a "young woman" I become in everybody else's eyes, I'll always be his "little tomboy".
Highlight of the night: I managed to steal a dance with Uncle Jack (dad's boss, whom I've known ever since I was born). Amazing... he still looks like an Asian Michael Douglas.
Revelation of the night: I'm attracted to older men because they're attracted to me! Sick, I know!! Once again, just reaffirms the fact that I'm a 40-year old woman trapped inside the body of a 19-year old girl. At least I managed to work the room and smoozed with all of my dad's big customers... so there's my good deed of the day.
All in all, a totally fun night. I laughed so hard that my jaw still hurts. Didn't think that spending time with people twice my age could be fun, but it was!!!! Already looking forward to next year's party...
Monday, December 16, 2002
GABBY HAS BEEN REINSTATED
Ahh... bribe me with Chevy's food and I go running right back. Even amid taunting, nothing can steal me away as I bite into the tastiest sliver of grilled steak ever known to mankind. Gabby, you are, once again, and forever will be, my best friend. (My, how easily I am swayed by food!)
Ahh... bribe me with Chevy's food and I go running right back. Even amid taunting, nothing can steal me away as I bite into the tastiest sliver of grilled steak ever known to mankind. Gabby, you are, once again, and forever will be, my best friend. (My, how easily I am swayed by food!)
Sunday, December 15, 2002
MORE REASONS WHY GABS ISN'T #1 ON MY LIST ANYMORE...
1. She refuses to wrestle with me!
2. She scares me with her hacking from her flash strips. She sounds like the lady from Mad TV that says "AAAAaaAaAGgGGGkkKkKK... Gawd, that's cute!"
Read ... just mind blogging ... for more details.
1. She refuses to wrestle with me!
2. She scares me with her hacking from her flash strips. She sounds like the lady from Mad TV that says "AAAAaaAaAGgGGGkkKkKK... Gawd, that's cute!"
Read ... just mind blogging ... for more details.
Friday, December 13, 2002
HOT GUY ON THE LOOSE
Must alert Caroline... hot white guy living in our apartment complex. I walk down this morning (okay... more like afternoon), thinking, "I need to do laundry." Still in my pjs, I trek down through our leaky complex to the scary garage/dumpster/washer/dryer area. Looking like crap and totally mismatched with my corduroy jacket over a HIC t-shirt and my green "I wish I may" star *pajama* pants, I run into the first potentially good-looking guy at the complex. What are the chances of both of us waking up and thinking about doing laundry... at the exact same time?!?!? Really nice guy though, he offerred to take out all his stuff and give me the washer. *FYI: he's a boxer-kind of guy.* Caroline, he looks like Gabe, but with a darker shade of brown hair.
In other news, I'm all done with two classes. Yesterday was perhaps one of the most productive days I've ever had. I managed to pull an all-nighter writing for my Rhetoric paper Tuesday night/Wednesday morning. I seriously did NOT procrastinate on this paper and still ended up finishing at the last minute... 6:06 am, to be exact. I managed to sleep until 7:43 am (yes, precision matters!). I woke up, edited my paper, printed it out and took Caroline's car to go turn it in. Got back to the apartment at 9:04 and began to do PS hw. Finished at around 11 and then finally STARTED studying for the final that I had at 12:30 that day. Yes, it was a big scare. I've always studied for finals days and days in advance. But this time, I absolutely had no extra time. However, my hour of studying evidentally proved very effective. Everything that was on the test was what I had studied for... minus the stuff about Mills Method of Agreement and Difference. (Who the hell actually uses that?!) Either way, the test turned out to be not so bad... except the fact that I felt COMPLETELY drained afterwards. On my way home, I managed to finally grab a bite to eat and rent "12 Angry Men." (Partly for my enjoyment, partly for Rhetoric 20.)
Speaking of Rhetoric 20... our final is on Saturday... at 8am!!!! How unfair is that?! But thanks to Fievel, it is now at 8:30 am. Last night, I had this strange dream that the University wouldn't take my units for Rhetoric 20 because it wasn't a "real Rhetoric class." In all honestly, I also find the class a bit "hokey," to use Professor Clover's word. It's nothing like what I had to go through with Rhetoric 10. The whole class just seems WAY too easy for me for it to be a Rhetoric course. Rhetoric courses are usually so difficult for me. Gabs informed me this morning that Rhetoric 20 is going to be taught completely differently next semester. Those poor kids next semester...
Speaking of dreams... I dreamt that I met Colin Powell and Al Gore at a Senate meeting. And I blurted out, "Colin Powell!!! I want to work for you this summer! I'm going to be in DC!"
Okay, no more randomness... Conclusion: Managed to write a paper and study for final in under 12 hours. Now, THAT'S efficiency!
Must alert Caroline... hot white guy living in our apartment complex. I walk down this morning (okay... more like afternoon), thinking, "I need to do laundry." Still in my pjs, I trek down through our leaky complex to the scary garage/dumpster/washer/dryer area. Looking like crap and totally mismatched with my corduroy jacket over a HIC t-shirt and my green "I wish I may" star *pajama* pants, I run into the first potentially good-looking guy at the complex. What are the chances of both of us waking up and thinking about doing laundry... at the exact same time?!?!? Really nice guy though, he offerred to take out all his stuff and give me the washer. *FYI: he's a boxer-kind of guy.* Caroline, he looks like Gabe, but with a darker shade of brown hair.
In other news, I'm all done with two classes. Yesterday was perhaps one of the most productive days I've ever had. I managed to pull an all-nighter writing for my Rhetoric paper Tuesday night/Wednesday morning. I seriously did NOT procrastinate on this paper and still ended up finishing at the last minute... 6:06 am, to be exact. I managed to sleep until 7:43 am (yes, precision matters!). I woke up, edited my paper, printed it out and took Caroline's car to go turn it in. Got back to the apartment at 9:04 and began to do PS hw. Finished at around 11 and then finally STARTED studying for the final that I had at 12:30 that day. Yes, it was a big scare. I've always studied for finals days and days in advance. But this time, I absolutely had no extra time. However, my hour of studying evidentally proved very effective. Everything that was on the test was what I had studied for... minus the stuff about Mills Method of Agreement and Difference. (Who the hell actually uses that?!) Either way, the test turned out to be not so bad... except the fact that I felt COMPLETELY drained afterwards. On my way home, I managed to finally grab a bite to eat and rent "12 Angry Men." (Partly for my enjoyment, partly for Rhetoric 20.)
Speaking of Rhetoric 20... our final is on Saturday... at 8am!!!! How unfair is that?! But thanks to Fievel, it is now at 8:30 am. Last night, I had this strange dream that the University wouldn't take my units for Rhetoric 20 because it wasn't a "real Rhetoric class." In all honestly, I also find the class a bit "hokey," to use Professor Clover's word. It's nothing like what I had to go through with Rhetoric 10. The whole class just seems WAY too easy for me for it to be a Rhetoric course. Rhetoric courses are usually so difficult for me. Gabs informed me this morning that Rhetoric 20 is going to be taught completely differently next semester. Those poor kids next semester...
Speaking of dreams... I dreamt that I met Colin Powell and Al Gore at a Senate meeting. And I blurted out, "Colin Powell!!! I want to work for you this summer! I'm going to be in DC!"
Okay, no more randomness... Conclusion: Managed to write a paper and study for final in under 12 hours. Now, THAT'S efficiency!
Wednesday, December 11, 2002
MY DADDY IS TOOOOO FUNNY!!!
*phone rings*
Daddy: Hi, are you studying?
Me: Yes. Where are you? Are you driving home?
Daddy: Yup.
Me: Are you near the Bicycle Club yet?
Daddy: Yeah, I'm right outside... RIGHT OUTSIDE!
Me: OMG, are you gambling?!?!
Daddy: No, I'm just RIGHT outside... ooh, not anymore... just passed it.
*moments later*
Me: I bought Jerry a birthday present.
Daddy: Oh, I bought Jerry a birthday present, too... a shirt. From that blue place...?
Me: Anchor Blue?
Daddy: Yeah! Yeah, I bought him one of those "Daddy shirts."
Me: You mean a flannel?
Daddy: Yeah, those... "Daddy shirts" – but bigger.
*me rolling in laughter*
*phone rings*
Daddy: Hi, are you studying?
Me: Yes. Where are you? Are you driving home?
Daddy: Yup.
Me: Are you near the Bicycle Club yet?
Daddy: Yeah, I'm right outside... RIGHT OUTSIDE!
Me: OMG, are you gambling?!?!
Daddy: No, I'm just RIGHT outside... ooh, not anymore... just passed it.
*moments later*
Me: I bought Jerry a birthday present.
Daddy: Oh, I bought Jerry a birthday present, too... a shirt. From that blue place...?
Me: Anchor Blue?
Daddy: Yeah! Yeah, I bought him one of those "Daddy shirts."
Me: You mean a flannel?
Daddy: Yeah, those... "Daddy shirts" – but bigger.
*me rolling in laughter*
Tuesday, December 10, 2002
My problems aren't even problems at all... Here I am worried about finals and eventually turning into a "fat chick." But, in all honestly, my problems don't even compare. There are people out there that fight to just stay alive every day... and I'm fretting over a fucking test?!??! Life isn't fair. Good people don't deserve to die. Let's just hope my dreams are predictions of the future. Our everyday superficial problems don't even make the Richter Scale of worries... just remember that the next time something doesn't goes your way.
EXTRA WEIGHT
All I've done these past couple of days is eat, eat, eat... and then eat some more. My roommates seriously fear for my health. I used to tell myself, "Hey, I only live once. Why not make the most of what I eat?" I figure my metabolism is fast; I can eat a lot. But lately, I'm afraid that all these high cholesterol food that I've been indulging in will sooner or later catch up to me. I worry that I'm going to be a fat chick by the time I turn 25!!!! Heck, I've been snacking on Willy Wonka candy, doughnut holes, "Hot Cheetos", beef jerky, and drinking Pepsi Twist non-stop!
This fear has stemmed from a couple of things... First of all, while watching some special on E! today, they interviewed some lady who's had complications with giving birth, resulting in two miscarriages. The feature ended with her eventually giving birth to a beautiful baby girl. *Yay, happiness!* However, stupid me, the only thing I focused on during the whole segment was how much weight she's put on since she got married. The interview had been done at her house, with pictures of the couple's wedding as a backdrop. She was SOOOO thin in the pictures. And then I see this completely different person that's like 200 pounds heavier being interviewed and all I'm thinking is, "No way these two are the same person!!!!!"
Anyway, during this whole time, I was trying to put together Caroline's new elliptical machine. I finally finished by the time Caroline got back from her lunch meeting. Feeling pretty eager to try it, I got on the contraption. Let me be the first to tell you, 15 minutes of extremely strenuous exercise is not good for the head!!!! I got off the machine and felt horribly light-headed. I went into the bedroom, then to the kitchen and blacked out somewhere inbetween. I finally managed to get to the couch and just died there. I think it was a combination of being dehydrated and my asthma kicking in... but still, who the hell dies after 15 minutes of working out??? Don't remember much of anything else that happened until Zairel came home... just a bunch of crazy-@$$ dreams... but let's not go there, too many "What If's" for my mind to deal with at this point in life.
Conclusion: I will be fat chick in the near future.
All I've done these past couple of days is eat, eat, eat... and then eat some more. My roommates seriously fear for my health. I used to tell myself, "Hey, I only live once. Why not make the most of what I eat?" I figure my metabolism is fast; I can eat a lot. But lately, I'm afraid that all these high cholesterol food that I've been indulging in will sooner or later catch up to me. I worry that I'm going to be a fat chick by the time I turn 25!!!! Heck, I've been snacking on Willy Wonka candy, doughnut holes, "Hot Cheetos", beef jerky, and drinking Pepsi Twist non-stop!
This fear has stemmed from a couple of things... First of all, while watching some special on E! today, they interviewed some lady who's had complications with giving birth, resulting in two miscarriages. The feature ended with her eventually giving birth to a beautiful baby girl. *Yay, happiness!* However, stupid me, the only thing I focused on during the whole segment was how much weight she's put on since she got married. The interview had been done at her house, with pictures of the couple's wedding as a backdrop. She was SOOOO thin in the pictures. And then I see this completely different person that's like 200 pounds heavier being interviewed and all I'm thinking is, "No way these two are the same person!!!!!"
Anyway, during this whole time, I was trying to put together Caroline's new elliptical machine. I finally finished by the time Caroline got back from her lunch meeting. Feeling pretty eager to try it, I got on the contraption. Let me be the first to tell you, 15 minutes of extremely strenuous exercise is not good for the head!!!! I got off the machine and felt horribly light-headed. I went into the bedroom, then to the kitchen and blacked out somewhere inbetween. I finally managed to get to the couch and just died there. I think it was a combination of being dehydrated and my asthma kicking in... but still, who the hell dies after 15 minutes of working out??? Don't remember much of anything else that happened until Zairel came home... just a bunch of crazy-@$$ dreams... but let's not go there, too many "What If's" for my mind to deal with at this point in life.
Conclusion: I will be fat chick in the near future.
Sunday, December 08, 2002
HELLO CHARLOTTE
Instead of studying today... I decided to take an on-line quiz with my "Sex and the City" buddy, Gabs. Here's the verdict:
You scored 70% Charlotte
A romantic at heart, you chose the answers that demure Charlotte may have chosen. Strongly influenced by the intuitive, profound and sometimes naïve Water Signs -- Cancer, Scorpio and Pisces -- you're like a mother, a mystery and a poet all in one. Though on the surface you may seem innocent and all about seeking the good in people, beneath the surface, you hide secret yearnings for intimacy, for attachment and ideal love. You're seeking a knight in shining armor, a soul mate, someone who will complete you and tether you to the earth when you get carried away with your fantasies. You're super-sensitive, soaking up the moods of others; you emote freely, crying at commercials and sappy movies. You also provide a shoulder to cry on and open arms for hugs. Be careful that you're not so wide-eyed and trusting that you get taken in by some cunning wolf in sheep's clothing.
Did I REALLY need a quiz to tell me this??? I might as well BE Charlotte...
Take the Test For Yourself
Instead of studying today... I decided to take an on-line quiz with my "Sex and the City" buddy, Gabs. Here's the verdict:
You scored 70% Charlotte
A romantic at heart, you chose the answers that demure Charlotte may have chosen. Strongly influenced by the intuitive, profound and sometimes naïve Water Signs -- Cancer, Scorpio and Pisces -- you're like a mother, a mystery and a poet all in one. Though on the surface you may seem innocent and all about seeking the good in people, beneath the surface, you hide secret yearnings for intimacy, for attachment and ideal love. You're seeking a knight in shining armor, a soul mate, someone who will complete you and tether you to the earth when you get carried away with your fantasies. You're super-sensitive, soaking up the moods of others; you emote freely, crying at commercials and sappy movies. You also provide a shoulder to cry on and open arms for hugs. Be careful that you're not so wide-eyed and trusting that you get taken in by some cunning wolf in sheep's clothing.
Did I REALLY need a quiz to tell me this??? I might as well BE Charlotte...
Take the Test For Yourself
Friday, December 06, 2002
ZAIREL WARNED ME...
... did I listen??? NO! Zairel told me that she lost her last blog entry cuz blogger has been on the blink lately. *sigh* Just wrote this long blog, all about Stan's big art debut, cartoon box people, GQ models, Hot-Japanese-Major-Art-Boy, Robert "drinking", a homeless man on Durant singing like Bob Dylan, naked man hooked up to some IV-looking thing in hospital scrubs at art exhibit, my schizophrenic stalker on Sproul who I've had to escape from 3 times today, and watching porn. (Yes, watching porn... inadvertently!) Alas... blogger did not post my entry and acted like I didn't blog at all! Maybe it wasn't meant to be... I even missed a big portion of the Laker game trying to blog!!!! Makes me mad!
So... instead, I'm going to write about the Laker game... Kobe is so freakin' amazing! I love the guy... would gladly be his mistress if he decided to profess his love to me. Would even take care of his soon to be children. If only... Dang, such an amazing game today! They freakin' came back from a 28-point deficit in the half! The Lakers are definitely back! If they can go from being big dummies and standing around watching the ball bounce to scoring 44 points in the 4th quarter, they can do anything. I laugh in the face of all those haters who said that Kobe couldn't amount to anything during his 1st year in the NBA. The guy's come a long way, and he's definitely got a lot more mileage in him... GO LAKERS! Proud fan since '88...
... did I listen??? NO! Zairel told me that she lost her last blog entry cuz blogger has been on the blink lately. *sigh* Just wrote this long blog, all about Stan's big art debut, cartoon box people, GQ models, Hot-Japanese-Major-Art-Boy, Robert "drinking", a homeless man on Durant singing like Bob Dylan, naked man hooked up to some IV-looking thing in hospital scrubs at art exhibit, my schizophrenic stalker on Sproul who I've had to escape from 3 times today, and watching porn. (Yes, watching porn... inadvertently!) Alas... blogger did not post my entry and acted like I didn't blog at all! Maybe it wasn't meant to be... I even missed a big portion of the Laker game trying to blog!!!! Makes me mad!
So... instead, I'm going to write about the Laker game... Kobe is so freakin' amazing! I love the guy... would gladly be his mistress if he decided to profess his love to me. Would even take care of his soon to be children. If only... Dang, such an amazing game today! They freakin' came back from a 28-point deficit in the half! The Lakers are definitely back! If they can go from being big dummies and standing around watching the ball bounce to scoring 44 points in the 4th quarter, they can do anything. I laugh in the face of all those haters who said that Kobe couldn't amount to anything during his 1st year in the NBA. The guy's come a long way, and he's definitely got a lot more mileage in him... GO LAKERS! Proud fan since '88...
Wednesday, December 04, 2002
CHANCE ENCOUNTERS
It's always interesting to see who you'll bump into next on the bus. Tonight was a chance enounter with my Hot-Japanese-Major-Art-Boy. I ran into him a couple of weeks ago while taking the bus and we struck up a conversation. When I saw him today, he had finished his final project: a self-portrait. Quite an amazing piece of work. Second conversation and still no names exchanged... but it kinda keeps things interesting. There's still a hint of quiet mystery to him, though I do know that he's originally from the outskirts of Tahoe. Hmm... I wonder who I'll run into next...
Caroline didn't let me go beat-up the parking meter today. I was all set for a night of crime, minus a black wardrobe. But the Cerritos in Caroline stopped me from messing with the meter and now she may have to end up paying the $32... sometimes it sucks being good... We ended up standing in line at Safeway behind hottie Joe Shipp, paying for Gabby's pies for her Water Library potluck... yes, I know, how boring...
Last random comment: Luis now gets catalogs from Alloy, courtesy of me!
It's always interesting to see who you'll bump into next on the bus. Tonight was a chance enounter with my Hot-Japanese-Major-Art-Boy. I ran into him a couple of weeks ago while taking the bus and we struck up a conversation. When I saw him today, he had finished his final project: a self-portrait. Quite an amazing piece of work. Second conversation and still no names exchanged... but it kinda keeps things interesting. There's still a hint of quiet mystery to him, though I do know that he's originally from the outskirts of Tahoe. Hmm... I wonder who I'll run into next...
Caroline didn't let me go beat-up the parking meter today. I was all set for a night of crime, minus a black wardrobe. But the Cerritos in Caroline stopped me from messing with the meter and now she may have to end up paying the $32... sometimes it sucks being good... We ended up standing in line at Safeway behind hottie Joe Shipp, paying for Gabby's pies for her Water Library potluck... yes, I know, how boring...
Last random comment: Luis now gets catalogs from Alloy, courtesy of me!
Monday, December 02, 2002
NAME THAT MOVIE
"You've got your father's eyes..."
"Yes, and my mother's ears... but the rest belongs to you."
My second favorite pick-up line thus far. My favorite is still Allison's! "Excuse me, is that a mirror in your pocket? Cuz I swear I see myself in your pants!!!!" (Now imagine long-haired Derek Yuill's expression when Allison said that to him!)
"You've got your father's eyes..."
"Yes, and my mother's ears... but the rest belongs to you."
My second favorite pick-up line thus far. My favorite is still Allison's! "Excuse me, is that a mirror in your pocket? Cuz I swear I see myself in your pants!!!!" (Now imagine long-haired Derek Yuill's expression when Allison said that to him!)
Sunday, December 01, 2002
PLEASE DON'T TAKE MY VACATION AWAY!
My Thanksgiving was soooo nice... so relaxing. Mom cooked the best Thanksgiving feast. I lounged around like a freakin' couch potato and watched the Harrison Ford Thanksgiving Day marathon... watched 6 of his movies! (The Witness, Clear and Present Danger, 6 Days, 7 Nights, and all three original Indiana Jones movies.) Around midnight, they started replaying the same movies. That's when I said, "No more!" and switched over to the Mark-Paul Gosselaar TV marathon (errr... technically the NYPD Blue marathon on Court TV). I'm not a big fan of the show, so I watched most of it muted, which ended up being a lot better. Didn't really go to sleep until sometime after 4am... however, it was quite an enjoyable day. Who could ask for more??? 24 hours of Harrison Ford AND Mark-Paul Gosselaar!!!
Had dinner with the parents and Jerry last night at well-known beef noodle restaurant. It's official... both Dad and Jerry called me a Fat Chick... and busboy was amazed with my eating abilities. Apparently 3 bowls of noodles is a lot for a girl my size. *shrug* At least my pants still fit...
One last note: I need to find a different dentist!!!! I had to go to him 3 times before he was able to fix my cavitiy! The first time, he didn't even find the cavitiy, despite my persistency. The second time, he fixed it, but apparently it hurt even more than when I had the cavitiy. I went back to him the third time and it turns out that the filling was smashing my gums and thus affecting the nerves underneath the tooth... *sigh* I want my old dentist back. This young kid (old dentist's nephew) still needs a lot of work!
My Thanksgiving was soooo nice... so relaxing. Mom cooked the best Thanksgiving feast. I lounged around like a freakin' couch potato and watched the Harrison Ford Thanksgiving Day marathon... watched 6 of his movies! (The Witness, Clear and Present Danger, 6 Days, 7 Nights, and all three original Indiana Jones movies.) Around midnight, they started replaying the same movies. That's when I said, "No more!" and switched over to the Mark-Paul Gosselaar TV marathon (errr... technically the NYPD Blue marathon on Court TV). I'm not a big fan of the show, so I watched most of it muted, which ended up being a lot better. Didn't really go to sleep until sometime after 4am... however, it was quite an enjoyable day. Who could ask for more??? 24 hours of Harrison Ford AND Mark-Paul Gosselaar!!!
Had dinner with the parents and Jerry last night at well-known beef noodle restaurant. It's official... both Dad and Jerry called me a Fat Chick... and busboy was amazed with my eating abilities. Apparently 3 bowls of noodles is a lot for a girl my size. *shrug* At least my pants still fit...
One last note: I need to find a different dentist!!!! I had to go to him 3 times before he was able to fix my cavitiy! The first time, he didn't even find the cavitiy, despite my persistency. The second time, he fixed it, but apparently it hurt even more than when I had the cavitiy. I went back to him the third time and it turns out that the filling was smashing my gums and thus affecting the nerves underneath the tooth... *sigh* I want my old dentist back. This young kid (old dentist's nephew) still needs a lot of work!
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