Thursday, September 19, 2002
My heart aches whenever I talk to my sister. It's been a long time coming, but I think we finally have a very strong sisterly bond. She finally appreciates all the things I have done for her in the past and she understands why I've been so hard on her for the past 15 years of her life. I'm so proud of her − for taking on so much and pushing herself to the limit... kinda reminds me of myself 3 years ago. Thus, the reason why my heart aches. Journalism has taken up a lot of her time, plus she's taking the same work-load that I did, 3 APs. She's obviously tired all the time and she feels bad cuz she's spread out so thinly that she thinks she can't do anything right. When I talk to her, all the horrors come rushing back to me and I feel as if I'm back in high school, pulling another all nighter to finish a Hofstadter or cramming for another bio exam. Not that high school was a terrible time in my life, but Junior year was just so frustrating for me. I had wished with all my heart that Terri wouldn't have to go through what I went through. But, she's going through it now and I can't do anything to help her. I know that it's normal for Juniors to have to go through so much crap... heck, I went through it. But the big sister in me hopes for nothing more than to be able to protect her from everything. It hurts me so much to hear her struggling that I'd give anything to be able to take some of that stress away from her. I have a really sick feeling in my stomach right now and I can't help the tears from rolling. I think this is what it feels like when your heart breaks...
Wednesday, September 18, 2002
MARRIED AT 19
Gabs sent me an article last night, long after I had drearily passed out on the couch from the horrendously long day yesterday. (Yesterday was sooo emotionally and physically draining!!) The article kinda scared me... the quote goes something like this: "As Americans are working longer hours and investing emotionally in our jobs, we are simultaneously depleting our lives beyond work ... When work fails — through a betrayal, rupture or layoff — employees who have given it all often find there is nothing to fall back on."
So I don't exactly work a paying job, which means that I'm not in the "employee" category... but I do feel the stress and burdens that Andrea Sachs speaks about. Mark this time... it is currently 10:16pm and I barely starting on my dinner... a sad looking chicken salad. It doesn't help that I'm currently reading Time Bind for Sociology class right now, and all this book talks about are the millions of people who try to avoid family life because they feel burdened by the problems there, so they spend all their time at work to try to escape. Makes me cringe at the thought that I could end up like one of those people. But I'm taking all this in stride... it's a nice slap in the face. I refuse to be one of those moms that end up leaving her kids at some baby-sitter's place, only to see them for a brief half an hour before they go to sleep at night.
What have a learned through all this? Marry a man... not a job. Problem: I gotta establish a social life first, which currently sucks cuz I do so much work... and we're now back at Square 1...
For the whole article by Andrea Sachs entitled "Wedded to Work," Click here.
Gabs sent me an article last night, long after I had drearily passed out on the couch from the horrendously long day yesterday. (Yesterday was sooo emotionally and physically draining!!) The article kinda scared me... the quote goes something like this: "As Americans are working longer hours and investing emotionally in our jobs, we are simultaneously depleting our lives beyond work ... When work fails — through a betrayal, rupture or layoff — employees who have given it all often find there is nothing to fall back on."
So I don't exactly work a paying job, which means that I'm not in the "employee" category... but I do feel the stress and burdens that Andrea Sachs speaks about. Mark this time... it is currently 10:16pm and I barely starting on my dinner... a sad looking chicken salad. It doesn't help that I'm currently reading Time Bind for Sociology class right now, and all this book talks about are the millions of people who try to avoid family life because they feel burdened by the problems there, so they spend all their time at work to try to escape. Makes me cringe at the thought that I could end up like one of those people. But I'm taking all this in stride... it's a nice slap in the face. I refuse to be one of those moms that end up leaving her kids at some baby-sitter's place, only to see them for a brief half an hour before they go to sleep at night.
What have a learned through all this? Marry a man... not a job. Problem: I gotta establish a social life first, which currently sucks cuz I do so much work... and we're now back at Square 1...
For the whole article by Andrea Sachs entitled "Wedded to Work," Click here.
Tuesday, September 17, 2002
WAYS TO PICK UP ON GUYS (JAMIE AND GABBY STYLE)
You know how people used to pass notes to each other in class? I used to be SO curious about what tidbit of juicy gossip was being dished around and who would end up being the butt of jokes for the week. Not that I'm a nosy person, but sometimes I'd strategically crane my neck in a certain direction to try to read the passed note.
[flash forward to college-life]
Contrary to popular belief, Gabs is still a better note-passer than Caleb. (Sorry, Caleb, you're just TOO random for me! Sticking your finger up your nose and swirling your brain with it?! Too creepy!) But, I gotta give Caleb some credit... the class is REALLY boring... sooooo boring that all Gabs and I do in class is pass notes to each other. (Poor Paul, he's always sitting inbetween us...) Lately, I've noticed that people around us have tried to crane their necks in an attempt to read the things that we giggle about in class. Well, Gabs and I have upped the antes in the skill of note-passing... we have incorporated ways to pick up on guys through our notes! To get the attention of this one dude sitting behind us, I wrote really big, "CURLY-HAIRED MAN, SHE DIGS YOU!" Gabs shot back with an equally large font message, "JAMIE, JUST TELL THE GUY SITTING NEXT TO YOU THAT YOU THINK HE'S HOT!
Gabs and Jamie, Love Attorneys at your service....
You know how people used to pass notes to each other in class? I used to be SO curious about what tidbit of juicy gossip was being dished around and who would end up being the butt of jokes for the week. Not that I'm a nosy person, but sometimes I'd strategically crane my neck in a certain direction to try to read the passed note.
[flash forward to college-life]
Contrary to popular belief, Gabs is still a better note-passer than Caleb. (Sorry, Caleb, you're just TOO random for me! Sticking your finger up your nose and swirling your brain with it?! Too creepy!) But, I gotta give Caleb some credit... the class is REALLY boring... sooooo boring that all Gabs and I do in class is pass notes to each other. (Poor Paul, he's always sitting inbetween us...) Lately, I've noticed that people around us have tried to crane their necks in an attempt to read the things that we giggle about in class. Well, Gabs and I have upped the antes in the skill of note-passing... we have incorporated ways to pick up on guys through our notes! To get the attention of this one dude sitting behind us, I wrote really big, "CURLY-HAIRED MAN, SHE DIGS YOU!" Gabs shot back with an equally large font message, "JAMIE, JUST TELL THE GUY SITTING NEXT TO YOU THAT YOU THINK HE'S HOT!
Gabs and Jamie, Love Attorneys at your service....
Monday, September 16, 2002
HEALTH WAIVER WHA?!??!!?
Total roomie moment last night w/ Zairel... simple question taken to the extreme...
Zairel: Hey, are you under the school health insurance?
Me: Nope, covered by my mom's insurance company.
Zairel: Well, what do you do if you need to see a dentist?
Me: I go to my regular dentist, he's a family friend.
Zairel: So you've gone to him all your life?
Me: No, there was this one point in my life that I was scared of him, so I went to a children-friendly dentist, where the clinic was equipped w/ toys and video games.
[This is where the conversation takes a detour into Zimbabwe.]
Me: I used to be scared of old men. I used to cry whenever I saw my childhood best friend's (Alex) dad. Whenever we had to go visit, he would try to make faces to make me laugh but I'd just cry even harder. Even to this day, when we go visit, Alex still makes fun of me. But that's okay, I make fun of him, too. He used to have a poo-poo problem.
[both giggles]
Zairel: When I was younger, I used to hate visiting this one family friend. He used to pinch my cheeks so hard that it would make me want to cry... but I wouldn't cry because I didn't want to show weakness. I would do everything to try to avoid him, like tiptoe in from the side.
[more giggling]
Zairel: Ooh, and then there was Grandma Sandoval and her dog. She had this extra loose skin next to her eye that used to scare me... and her dog with only one good eye...
[shudders]
Totally random convo about health care, dentists, poo-poo problems, loose eye skin and blind dogs.... go figure!
Rant AND Rave of the Day: I ran into Jerry on the bus today and ended up going over to see his place... freakin' looks like a apt. in Hollywood. Very modern looking! And then there's us w/ our 50s' sea-green oven. Life is soooo not fair!
Total roomie moment last night w/ Zairel... simple question taken to the extreme...
Zairel: Hey, are you under the school health insurance?
Me: Nope, covered by my mom's insurance company.
Zairel: Well, what do you do if you need to see a dentist?
Me: I go to my regular dentist, he's a family friend.
Zairel: So you've gone to him all your life?
Me: No, there was this one point in my life that I was scared of him, so I went to a children-friendly dentist, where the clinic was equipped w/ toys and video games.
[This is where the conversation takes a detour into Zimbabwe.]
Me: I used to be scared of old men. I used to cry whenever I saw my childhood best friend's (Alex) dad. Whenever we had to go visit, he would try to make faces to make me laugh but I'd just cry even harder. Even to this day, when we go visit, Alex still makes fun of me. But that's okay, I make fun of him, too. He used to have a poo-poo problem.
[both giggles]
Zairel: When I was younger, I used to hate visiting this one family friend. He used to pinch my cheeks so hard that it would make me want to cry... but I wouldn't cry because I didn't want to show weakness. I would do everything to try to avoid him, like tiptoe in from the side.
[more giggling]
Zairel: Ooh, and then there was Grandma Sandoval and her dog. She had this extra loose skin next to her eye that used to scare me... and her dog with only one good eye...
[shudders]
Totally random convo about health care, dentists, poo-poo problems, loose eye skin and blind dogs.... go figure!
Rant AND Rave of the Day: I ran into Jerry on the bus today and ended up going over to see his place... freakin' looks like a apt. in Hollywood. Very modern looking! And then there's us w/ our 50s' sea-green oven. Life is soooo not fair!
Sunday, September 15, 2002
... UGH... SO FULL!!!!!
Thoughts of chocolate smeared all over my face, SFAutumn Moon Festival, Salvadoran Independence day, love-making to sea-lions, "Chester" hunting, 11-egg omelet, banana split, Peter wearing women's panties... 4 guys, 2 girls, the sky's the limit....
Read Gabby's Blog for the extended version of what happened yesterday.
Thoughts of chocolate smeared all over my face, SFAutumn Moon Festival, Salvadoran Independence day, love-making to sea-lions, "Chester" hunting, 11-egg omelet, banana split, Peter wearing women's panties... 4 guys, 2 girls, the sky's the limit....
Read Gabby's Blog for the extended version of what happened yesterday.
Saturday, September 14, 2002
GROCERY SHOPPING ON A FRIDAY NIGHT...
Is it pathetic to do my shopping on a Friday night when most other people my age are out partying and drinking? Well... I don't really mind, cuz last night, Gabs and I ran into some hot guys at Safeway (not to mention the two hot guys we were accompanied by). We managed to save over $40 with a FREE Safeway Club Card. (I don't get it, why would anybody NOT have a club card?! It doesn't even cost anything to apply for one!) Petey picked out a huge honking package of Hickory roasted bacon which we fried up this morning. (Gabs' heart murmur has returned... good thing we live across the street from the Alta Bates Hospital!)
Is it pathetic to do my shopping on a Friday night when most other people my age are out partying and drinking? Well... I don't really mind, cuz last night, Gabs and I ran into some hot guys at Safeway (not to mention the two hot guys we were accompanied by). We managed to save over $40 with a FREE Safeway Club Card. (I don't get it, why would anybody NOT have a club card?! It doesn't even cost anything to apply for one!) Petey picked out a huge honking package of Hickory roasted bacon which we fried up this morning. (Gabs' heart murmur has returned... good thing we live across the street from the Alta Bates Hospital!)
Thursday, September 12, 2002
Call it a defense mechanism, if you will... but instead of facing reality, I've tried to block out everything about yesterday, just tried to live it like any other day. I haven't read any of the articles that Time has written about the incident and I refuse to watch any of the commemorative TV specials that have been playing all week long. I attemptedy to watch some of the clips that they played on TV yesterday morning... but Gabs shut it off before I could be drawn into anything. Am I cold-hearted? I don't think so....
In essence, I have paralleled what the rest of America has done all year. It doesn't change anything to be good for one day out of the year if for the other 364 days, we keep on living as if the attacks of Sept. 11th never made a difference in our lives. Looking back on the year, there hasn't been any momentous changes in how society goes about on their daily lives. Our pop culture certainly didn't seem to change. Britney Spears decides to come out with a snake and sing about being "A Slave for U," Mariah Carey breaks out from her singing career to do a movie called "Glitter," and scandals still run rampant among movie stars alike... good-bye to Tom and Nicole, hello to Harrison and Calista. Sounds trival right now, but people having been buying into the consumer hype all year. I think more people watched the finale of American Idol than the 9-11 special on NBC yesterday morning. Magazines like Time do their weekly updates on "Where is Osama?" but nothing ever changes. For all we know, he's probably still running around the Al-Qaeda mountains but whether or not we catch him won't be the end all to terrorism. It doesn't erase the fact that stuff like this happens to other countries all the itme. Don't get me wrong, I don't blame America for what happened. I'm perhaps one of the most patriotic people you'll ever meet (Girls' State will do that to ya!) but at the same time, quoting Chancellor Berdahl, "There have been too many words said, it's time for action..."
In essence, I have paralleled what the rest of America has done all year. It doesn't change anything to be good for one day out of the year if for the other 364 days, we keep on living as if the attacks of Sept. 11th never made a difference in our lives. Looking back on the year, there hasn't been any momentous changes in how society goes about on their daily lives. Our pop culture certainly didn't seem to change. Britney Spears decides to come out with a snake and sing about being "A Slave for U," Mariah Carey breaks out from her singing career to do a movie called "Glitter," and scandals still run rampant among movie stars alike... good-bye to Tom and Nicole, hello to Harrison and Calista. Sounds trival right now, but people having been buying into the consumer hype all year. I think more people watched the finale of American Idol than the 9-11 special on NBC yesterday morning. Magazines like Time do their weekly updates on "Where is Osama?" but nothing ever changes. For all we know, he's probably still running around the Al-Qaeda mountains but whether or not we catch him won't be the end all to terrorism. It doesn't erase the fact that stuff like this happens to other countries all the itme. Don't get me wrong, I don't blame America for what happened. I'm perhaps one of the most patriotic people you'll ever meet (Girls' State will do that to ya!) but at the same time, quoting Chancellor Berdahl, "There have been too many words said, it's time for action..."
Wednesday, September 11, 2002
Tuesday, September 10, 2002
MISHAP IN THE BATHROOM
In my attempt to be a nice person and do my good deed of the day, I tried to dry a couple of Gabby's shirts... the result? A good deed gone very wrong. I managed to bring the whole shower curtain down, crushing me underneath it, still trying to do a balancing act with the shower curtain hooks. Needless to say, the bathroom looked like a war zone for a split second, but all is well now... for the time being... until I decide to do another good deed....
As if that wasn't bad enough, at the last moment, I decided to wash my dark blue jeans with my "light blue to white" load of laundry. Such a terrible mistake!!!!! My Star Buddy is now filled with streaks of blue! Pink star pillow with blue streaks... NOT a good combination! Sorry Ben... it looks like your best friend of first semester might have to go into retirement... *sigh*
Quotes worth recording from Uncle Vania by Anton Chekhov:
"A woman can only become a man's friend in three stages: first, she's an agreeable acquaintance, then a mistress, and only after that a friend."
"She's beautiful, there's no denying that, but... she does nothing but eat, sleep, go for walks, charm us all by her beauty... nothing else. She has no responsibilities, other people work for her... Isn't that so? And an idle life can't be virtuous."
"... ignorance is better... At least there's some hope..."
In my attempt to be a nice person and do my good deed of the day, I tried to dry a couple of Gabby's shirts... the result? A good deed gone very wrong. I managed to bring the whole shower curtain down, crushing me underneath it, still trying to do a balancing act with the shower curtain hooks. Needless to say, the bathroom looked like a war zone for a split second, but all is well now... for the time being... until I decide to do another good deed....
As if that wasn't bad enough, at the last moment, I decided to wash my dark blue jeans with my "light blue to white" load of laundry. Such a terrible mistake!!!!! My Star Buddy is now filled with streaks of blue! Pink star pillow with blue streaks... NOT a good combination! Sorry Ben... it looks like your best friend of first semester might have to go into retirement... *sigh*
Quotes worth recording from Uncle Vania by Anton Chekhov:
"A woman can only become a man's friend in three stages: first, she's an agreeable acquaintance, then a mistress, and only after that a friend."
"She's beautiful, there's no denying that, but... she does nothing but eat, sleep, go for walks, charm us all by her beauty... nothing else. She has no responsibilities, other people work for her... Isn't that so? And an idle life can't be virtuous."
"... ignorance is better... At least there's some hope..."
Sunday, September 08, 2002
BOOBIES, BOOBIES, BOOBIES
Once again, I must record Gabby's daily comments... Direct quote: "Sorry, the boobies are staying in, they will not come out to play tonight." Berkeley sure has changed her!!!!! =O
I rode the buses all around Lake Merritt with Deanna today for a Sociology project. It was quite interesting... some random black guy slid into the seat right behind me on the bus and got so close that Deanna thought he had kissed my hair!!!! Then he asked us, "How you ladies doooing?" He concluded his act by serenading us with a brief rendition of "To Live and Die in LA" before he jumped off the bus.
Gabs says I'm gonna die young... I say, I only live once, gotta live it up! Meat is good... and I'm a growing girl. I had waaaaay too many strips of bacon this morning and then finished off the day with steak for dinner. George Foreman is my friend.
*sigh* My Best Friend's Wedding... such a sad movie. I watch every time with the hope that the ending will change... but it never does. Julianne Potter (Julia Roberts) never gets the man of her dreams... hmm, sounds vaguely familiar. I admire her for realizing that she will never be the girl that her dream man desires. But this only leads me to wonder about my own life... will my future be played out like a movie? Will I be doomed to an eternity of anticipation for a writer's edit, only to find that the conclusion has been etched in stone... resulting in me walking away with the consolation prize: a comforting shoulder of a gay friend? How does one overcome the inevitable heartbreak that ensues? How does one let go?
Sidenote: Dodgers play the Giants tomorrow night... true to my roots, Go Dodgers!!!!!! Gagne's gonna strike out Barry Bonds...
Once again, I must record Gabby's daily comments... Direct quote: "Sorry, the boobies are staying in, they will not come out to play tonight." Berkeley sure has changed her!!!!! =O
I rode the buses all around Lake Merritt with Deanna today for a Sociology project. It was quite interesting... some random black guy slid into the seat right behind me on the bus and got so close that Deanna thought he had kissed my hair!!!! Then he asked us, "How you ladies doooing?" He concluded his act by serenading us with a brief rendition of "To Live and Die in LA" before he jumped off the bus.
Gabs says I'm gonna die young... I say, I only live once, gotta live it up! Meat is good... and I'm a growing girl. I had waaaaay too many strips of bacon this morning and then finished off the day with steak for dinner. George Foreman is my friend.
*sigh* My Best Friend's Wedding... such a sad movie. I watch every time with the hope that the ending will change... but it never does. Julianne Potter (Julia Roberts) never gets the man of her dreams... hmm, sounds vaguely familiar. I admire her for realizing that she will never be the girl that her dream man desires. But this only leads me to wonder about my own life... will my future be played out like a movie? Will I be doomed to an eternity of anticipation for a writer's edit, only to find that the conclusion has been etched in stone... resulting in me walking away with the consolation prize: a comforting shoulder of a gay friend? How does one overcome the inevitable heartbreak that ensues? How does one let go?
Sidenote: Dodgers play the Giants tomorrow night... true to my roots, Go Dodgers!!!!!! Gagne's gonna strike out Barry Bonds...
Saturday, September 07, 2002
FOOD AND FOOTBALL
Sometimes I swear I live a man's lifestyle.... I have done nothing at all since I woke up this morning but eat and watch football. (Yay! Cal is currently up by 7!) I DID manage to read a couple of chapters from my Dance Studies Reader. Hahha, people who see me reading the book always ask if I'm a dancer. I'm so far from it!!!!!! The book actually talks about HOW TO ANALYZE dance, rather than HOW TO dance.
I also got the update on the family this morning from my mom. We talked for a really long time. Terri has already given her several heart attacks with her reckless driving. (Ack! My Diamante!!!!!) She was also complaining today about the extended period of Preseason. Good ol' Mr. Narumi, still working the band! =) Jerry has a new basketball coach, supposedly a really good player. They started GEO league today, I hope his team wins! Other than that, the family's doing well, which makes me happy. My mom was kinda afraid to ask how we've been eating lately. I was actually the one that brought up the subject and she was glad to hear that we have been using the rice cooker. My dad was also happy to hear that we went to see Mamma Mia last night. Technically, he didn't know about Mamma Mia, but one simple mention about ABBA and he was contented.
Now I go to watch more Cal football... yes! We're up by 14!
Sometimes I swear I live a man's lifestyle.... I have done nothing at all since I woke up this morning but eat and watch football. (Yay! Cal is currently up by 7!) I DID manage to read a couple of chapters from my Dance Studies Reader. Hahha, people who see me reading the book always ask if I'm a dancer. I'm so far from it!!!!!! The book actually talks about HOW TO ANALYZE dance, rather than HOW TO dance.
I also got the update on the family this morning from my mom. We talked for a really long time. Terri has already given her several heart attacks with her reckless driving. (Ack! My Diamante!!!!!) She was also complaining today about the extended period of Preseason. Good ol' Mr. Narumi, still working the band! =) Jerry has a new basketball coach, supposedly a really good player. They started GEO league today, I hope his team wins! Other than that, the family's doing well, which makes me happy. My mom was kinda afraid to ask how we've been eating lately. I was actually the one that brought up the subject and she was glad to hear that we have been using the rice cooker. My dad was also happy to hear that we went to see Mamma Mia last night. Technically, he didn't know about Mamma Mia, but one simple mention about ABBA and he was contented.
Now I go to watch more Cal football... yes! We're up by 14!
"MAMMA MIA, HERE I GO AGAIN..."
Quite the expensive night, but DEFINITELY worth every penny. Our first roomie outing... watched Mamma Mia. We all got dressed up and looked so super hot that we had to fight off gawking men from our apartment all the way to the Civic Center. =) *Random comment... Brian Gamido lives right down the street from us!* The show was REALLY good. I love ABBA songs, thanks to my parents. Awesome singing and dancing! (But not nearly as good as Caroline's own private rendition of the musical.)
Bad moment of the night: I got railroad-ed in the bathroom!!! I was the 4th person in line for the restrooms and I happened to lean out of line to toss a Fruit and Nut bar wrapper in the trash can when this bastard of a lady at the front of the line completely shoves me out of the way and rudely says, "Excuuuuuse ME!!!!!" as if I had done something wrong! She had thought that I was going to cut in front of her. Geez, what did she think I was going to do, race her into the stall?! I've got manners!!!! People can be so mean! She didn't have to shove me!
Correction: Zairel claims that I "misquoted" her, but it was, rather, a lack to quote. Zairel is the one that came up with, "Excuse me, my ladybug is down," not Gabs. Just making sure that Zairel gets her due respect for the "quirky" saying... Girl, you can HAVE the credit for THAT one!
Ugh... now I must go digest the 1/3 of a pound of beef that I had of dinner from Mels. Yum... so full....
Quite the expensive night, but DEFINITELY worth every penny. Our first roomie outing... watched Mamma Mia. We all got dressed up and looked so super hot that we had to fight off gawking men from our apartment all the way to the Civic Center. =) *Random comment... Brian Gamido lives right down the street from us!* The show was REALLY good. I love ABBA songs, thanks to my parents. Awesome singing and dancing! (But not nearly as good as Caroline's own private rendition of the musical.)
Bad moment of the night: I got railroad-ed in the bathroom!!! I was the 4th person in line for the restrooms and I happened to lean out of line to toss a Fruit and Nut bar wrapper in the trash can when this bastard of a lady at the front of the line completely shoves me out of the way and rudely says, "Excuuuuuse ME!!!!!" as if I had done something wrong! She had thought that I was going to cut in front of her. Geez, what did she think I was going to do, race her into the stall?! I've got manners!!!! People can be so mean! She didn't have to shove me!
Correction: Zairel claims that I "misquoted" her, but it was, rather, a lack to quote. Zairel is the one that came up with, "Excuse me, my ladybug is down," not Gabs. Just making sure that Zairel gets her due respect for the "quirky" saying... Girl, you can HAVE the credit for THAT one!
Ugh... now I must go digest the 1/3 of a pound of beef that I had of dinner from Mels. Yum... so full....
Wednesday, September 04, 2002
Monday, September 02, 2002
RANDOM LABOR DAY WEEKEND
Once again, I waited for Gabs' to sum up the weekend... all I can say is that it was a very strange and random weekend, but definitely lots of fun! So (once again...) read her blog. If you don't know the link by now... TOO BAD!!!! (Relax, just scroll down.) *I feel like I'm Gabby's blog-endorser.*
I CAN blog about my strange dream last night... I dreamt that I was being attacked by a large and oversized headrest and there was no getting around it. I tried to jump over it, run around it, even duck underneath it, but each time, the giant headrest was wise to my attempts and got me. I wonder what it means... no doubt it had something to do with large, pubic-hair covered, carcass-looking thing we found by the bus stop.
See? Very random weekend....
Once again, I waited for Gabs' to sum up the weekend... all I can say is that it was a very strange and random weekend, but definitely lots of fun! So (once again...) read her blog. If you don't know the link by now... TOO BAD!!!! (Relax, just scroll down.) *I feel like I'm Gabby's blog-endorser.*
I CAN blog about my strange dream last night... I dreamt that I was being attacked by a large and oversized headrest and there was no getting around it. I tried to jump over it, run around it, even duck underneath it, but each time, the giant headrest was wise to my attempts and got me. I wonder what it means... no doubt it had something to do with large, pubic-hair covered, carcass-looking thing we found by the bus stop.
See? Very random weekend....
Saturday, August 31, 2002
OUT AND ON MY OWN
For a girl who's basically been a sheltered LA princess all her life, I think I'm doing quite well on my own now. But these past couple of weeks have definitely opened my eyes to all the things my mom does for the family on a daily basis. My mom is such an amazing person and I'll be happy if I can even be half the woman that she is. However, all the cooking and cleaning that I've done around the apartment has led me to one conclusion... I KNOW I'm gonna make a great wife and mom one day. For anybody's who has ever doubted me, I'm proving you wrong now. I DO NOT put work before my family! My family ALWAYS comes first, and it just so happens that my family has now been extended to include Gabs, Caroline and Zairel.
I'm gonna make it, and I'm gonna do great....
For a girl who's basically been a sheltered LA princess all her life, I think I'm doing quite well on my own now. But these past couple of weeks have definitely opened my eyes to all the things my mom does for the family on a daily basis. My mom is such an amazing person and I'll be happy if I can even be half the woman that she is. However, all the cooking and cleaning that I've done around the apartment has led me to one conclusion... I KNOW I'm gonna make a great wife and mom one day. For anybody's who has ever doubted me, I'm proving you wrong now. I DO NOT put work before my family! My family ALWAYS comes first, and it just so happens that my family has now been extended to include Gabs, Caroline and Zairel.
I'm gonna make it, and I'm gonna do great....
AMELIE AND LENTIL SOUP
Amelie is the strangest, silliest movie I've ever seen. Don't get me wrong, it was a good movie... very funny with a very hot guy at the end, but the things that go on in the movie are so random! Emma, our ex-hippie-Berkeley-Farmer's-Market-worker next door neighbor, came to "check up" on us mid-way through the movie... very nice gesture, brought *the three of us* bowls of lentil soup. Very tasty, with a nice spicy kick at the end of each spoonful. So remind me why are all three bowls still full sitting on our dining table? Oh yeah... WE DON'T WANNA DIE DUE TO A POSSIBLE POISONING!!!!! (And no, I'm not being paranoid, just being safe....)
Zairel, Gabs and I went to the AT&T wireless store earlier, where Gabs bought a new faceplate and tried to use her charms to garner a discount from Randy, the salesman. We then shopped around Ross. Boo... nothing good in stock today!!!! We waited for the 65 to bring us back to our apt. where we prepared some vegetable lasagna. Meanwhile, Gabs pretended to be Zairel while Zairel pretended to be her mother. (I know, strange, don't ask...) All in all, mission accomplished, Zairel is now the proud owner of the Nationwide Calling Plan. (Huh... such a productive day.)
Rant of the day: I woke up WAAAAAY early today for my 9am class only to find out that class was cancelled! Could've slept in....
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Amelie is the strangest, silliest movie I've ever seen. Don't get me wrong, it was a good movie... very funny with a very hot guy at the end, but the things that go on in the movie are so random! Emma, our ex-hippie-Berkeley-Farmer's-Market-worker next door neighbor, came to "check up" on us mid-way through the movie... very nice gesture, brought *the three of us* bowls of lentil soup. Very tasty, with a nice spicy kick at the end of each spoonful. So remind me why are all three bowls still full sitting on our dining table? Oh yeah... WE DON'T WANNA DIE DUE TO A POSSIBLE POISONING!!!!! (And no, I'm not being paranoid, just being safe....)
Zairel, Gabs and I went to the AT&T wireless store earlier, where Gabs bought a new faceplate and tried to use her charms to garner a discount from Randy, the salesman. We then shopped around Ross. Boo... nothing good in stock today!!!! We waited for the 65 to bring us back to our apt. where we prepared some vegetable lasagna. Meanwhile, Gabs pretended to be Zairel while Zairel pretended to be her mother. (I know, strange, don't ask...) All in all, mission accomplished, Zairel is now the proud owner of the Nationwide Calling Plan. (Huh... such a productive day.)
Rant of the day: I woke up WAAAAAY early today for my 9am class only to find out that class was cancelled! Could've slept in....
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Friday, August 30, 2002
PASTA AND BACON DIP
The boys are so sweet... they made us dinner last night!!!! Check out Gabs' Blog. (We do everything together that it almost feels redundant for me to have a blog also.)
I have a new goal in life... I want to be the spokeswoman for Sky Flakes... Yum, lifetime supply of Sky Flakes! Thanks Ben, Paul and Derek for coming to visit our humble abode.
The boys are so sweet... they made us dinner last night!!!! Check out Gabs' Blog. (We do everything together that it almost feels redundant for me to have a blog also.)
I have a new goal in life... I want to be the spokeswoman for Sky Flakes... Yum, lifetime supply of Sky Flakes! Thanks Ben, Paul and Derek for coming to visit our humble abode.
Thursday, August 29, 2002
BOWLING WITH WEIGHTS
It's never a dull moment with the Hot Mamas of #101... Gabby has invented a new Olympic game... yup, you guessed it, Bowling with Weights! Gabs rolled the dumbbells down as Caroline and I cheered from the sidelines. An uproar burst out when the weight finally reached the kitchen ::highpoint of the event:: Watch for it during the summer of 2012, when the Olympics should be up here in the Bay Area. Caroline attempted to outdo Gabs, but to no avail. Caroline's weight went crashing into Gabby's makeshift metal chair and rolled to a halting stop. By default, Gabs remains the reigning champ...
Rave of the moment: Rhetoric 20 combines two of my favorite pastimes... movies and the law. The point of the class is to try to understand why law movies make so much money and why Americans possess such an obsession for our justice system. One of our assignments is to watch "Twelve Angry Men." I LOVE that movie! I think I'm DEFINTIELY gonna like this class. Plus, our professor is really cool, kinda reminds me of Glenn Close.
Chi Phi guys are the best!!
It's never a dull moment with the Hot Mamas of #101... Gabby has invented a new Olympic game... yup, you guessed it, Bowling with Weights! Gabs rolled the dumbbells down as Caroline and I cheered from the sidelines. An uproar burst out when the weight finally reached the kitchen ::highpoint of the event:: Watch for it during the summer of 2012, when the Olympics should be up here in the Bay Area. Caroline attempted to outdo Gabs, but to no avail. Caroline's weight went crashing into Gabby's makeshift metal chair and rolled to a halting stop. By default, Gabs remains the reigning champ...
Rave of the moment: Rhetoric 20 combines two of my favorite pastimes... movies and the law. The point of the class is to try to understand why law movies make so much money and why Americans possess such an obsession for our justice system. One of our assignments is to watch "Twelve Angry Men." I LOVE that movie! I think I'm DEFINTIELY gonna like this class. Plus, our professor is really cool, kinda reminds me of Glenn Close.
Chi Phi guys are the best!!
Wednesday, August 28, 2002
I've always believed that life was like one long journey. It's kinda interesting the way life hands you twists and turns... keeps you on your toes. But life also plays games with you and will occasionally hand you a hairpin turn, and the only thing you can do is to bear yourself for the inevitable crash...
Tuesday, August 27, 2002
JUSTIN IS REALLY SIDESHOW BOB!!!
Just watching American Idol (like every other American sitting at home tonight) and I've come to the conclusion that Justin looks like Sideshow Bob... no offense, he's a good looking guy, kinda reminds me of Abie Northy, but at the same time, he also looks like Sideshow Bob. (Whoa... too much Simpsons!)
The Poli Sci-ers have been reunited... Caleb, Paul, Gabs and me. Poli Sci 3 will probably end up being my favorite class this semester mainly for the reason that we will all be together. I think I now unofficially have 16 units, which should make me a legitimate UC Berkeley student. (So much for my Rio Hondo dream.) But as of right now, the girls of #101, instead of being good Berkeley students and reading our extremely expensive and over-priced books, we are watching the news and boo-ing at the TV. The Summer Olympics of 2012 are up for grabs between San Francisco and New York. San Francisco seems to be in the lead, which we don't object to... BUT... they're thinking about holding most of the events at Stanford. STANFORD?!?!?!??! What's wrong w/ Berkeley???? Apparently Stanford has become the Golden Child of the Bay Area. The channel 2 news anchorman reassured us that Berkeley will host "a couple of events." Quoting my new roommate, Zairel, "What events are they gonna hold here? Underwater basketweaving?!"
Sometimes I think my head might explode with all the thoughts that race through my head. Topic of debate right now: Why are 4 very smart/funny/attractive living single here? Digging deeper, every night before I go to sleep, I lie awake pondering life's harder questions. I'm not even the one in the limelight and yet I battle through tests of morals everyday. Politics is definitely not my thing.... I'm like the Little Engine That Could, I just keep chugging along.
Teresa came out with her first column today... IT WAS SOOOO GOOD!!!! I swear people in my sociology discussion think I'm some sex maniac. In my defense, I was just very eager to read Teresa's Sex on Tuesday column. It was a very innocent thing!!!! Shoot... darn people giving me strange looks... Check out Teresa's column, you might learn something! =)
Just watching American Idol (like every other American sitting at home tonight) and I've come to the conclusion that Justin looks like Sideshow Bob... no offense, he's a good looking guy, kinda reminds me of Abie Northy, but at the same time, he also looks like Sideshow Bob. (Whoa... too much Simpsons!)
The Poli Sci-ers have been reunited... Caleb, Paul, Gabs and me. Poli Sci 3 will probably end up being my favorite class this semester mainly for the reason that we will all be together. I think I now unofficially have 16 units, which should make me a legitimate UC Berkeley student. (So much for my Rio Hondo dream.) But as of right now, the girls of #101, instead of being good Berkeley students and reading our extremely expensive and over-priced books, we are watching the news and boo-ing at the TV. The Summer Olympics of 2012 are up for grabs between San Francisco and New York. San Francisco seems to be in the lead, which we don't object to... BUT... they're thinking about holding most of the events at Stanford. STANFORD?!?!?!??! What's wrong w/ Berkeley???? Apparently Stanford has become the Golden Child of the Bay Area. The channel 2 news anchorman reassured us that Berkeley will host "a couple of events." Quoting my new roommate, Zairel, "What events are they gonna hold here? Underwater basketweaving?!"
Sometimes I think my head might explode with all the thoughts that race through my head. Topic of debate right now: Why are 4 very smart/funny/attractive living single here? Digging deeper, every night before I go to sleep, I lie awake pondering life's harder questions. I'm not even the one in the limelight and yet I battle through tests of morals everyday. Politics is definitely not my thing.... I'm like the Little Engine That Could, I just keep chugging along.
Teresa came out with her first column today... IT WAS SOOOO GOOD!!!! I swear people in my sociology discussion think I'm some sex maniac. In my defense, I was just very eager to read Teresa's Sex on Tuesday column. It was a very innocent thing!!!! Shoot... darn people giving me strange looks... Check out Teresa's column, you might learn something! =)
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