THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN GABS DOESN'T GO TO CLASS...
So there I was, humming along to class up to Hearst Mining, despite having an 8 in the freakin' morning class. The sun was out and it actually felt quite warm for horrid Berkeley weather. I turn the corner to walk through the narrow passageway that leads into the building when all of a sudden, this front shovel comes careening down the pathway. (Okay, so it wasn't really "careening" but it was moving pretty fast!) Like a deer caught in the headlights, I scream like a mofo! There it was... the spikes at the end of the shovel pointed directly at my chest area. It barely stops inches short of turning me into Jamie mince-meat pie. By this time, I'm wheezing up a storm after screaming my lungs out. The driver looks down at me coolly and says, "Haha, scared ya!" What the heck?! No more humming to class!!!
Tuesday, January 28, 2003
Sunday, January 26, 2003
Wednesday, January 22, 2003
DEPRESSING... JUST DEPRESSING...
Grrr... my boys suffered a loss today. Cannot believe they just THREW the game away... to the Warriors, no less!!!! My only comfort is believing that the Warriors are like the Clippers – they beat teams that are good, but lose to everybody else. (Like the way the Kings lost to the Clippers... hahha, those LOSERS!)
Also on tonight... Trista, the Bachelorette, eliminated Rob! Rob was such a GREAT guy, definitely my #1 pick. Oh well... tonight just wasn't a good night for TV... but I'm sure Friday will be better. Nets, you guys are going down! (Even though I still like Kidd.)
Grrr... my boys suffered a loss today. Cannot believe they just THREW the game away... to the Warriors, no less!!!! My only comfort is believing that the Warriors are like the Clippers – they beat teams that are good, but lose to everybody else. (Like the way the Kings lost to the Clippers... hahha, those LOSERS!)
Also on tonight... Trista, the Bachelorette, eliminated Rob! Rob was such a GREAT guy, definitely my #1 pick. Oh well... tonight just wasn't a good night for TV... but I'm sure Friday will be better. Nets, you guys are going down! (Even though I still like Kidd.)
Monday, January 20, 2003
BACK AT BERKELEY
I managed to catch my brother's game yesterday before I left for Berkeley. It was SUCH a great game! With 2.4 seconds left on the clock and just one point down, the coach tells the boys, "Just disperse." So the inbound play goes to my brother, who then passed it to – off one guy's head and another guy's arm – Brent. Brent shoots it right before the buzzer goes off. Nearly gave me a heart attack with a bounce at the front of the rim, a bounce at the back of the rim, and then a circle around the rim before it fell. TIGERS WIN BY ONE! Yay!
The ride over to the airport was the worst. Terri and Jerry didn't go with us to the airport, so I had to say goodbye to them at the house. It just kills me to have to say goodbye. I feel like I miss out on such a big part of their growth. I guess it's just the motherly instinct in me... plus Jerry's my little baby. Just thinking about all the basketball games I'll miss, all the Super Smash Brothers matches that I won't get to play, all the arguments that I won't be able to have with Terri... makes me all teary-eyed. But I promised myself that I wouldn't cry at the airport. Had to stay strong for the parents.
Once again, at the airport, I was strip-searched like a common criminal. Then I found out that my flight was delayed by a whole hour. Kris kept me busy for awhile by staying on the phone with me. We talked about her two "new friends." Haha. That playa. I managed to get bumped up to an earlier flight. I was the second to the last person they let on, so my choices for seats included sitting between two fat chicks or sitting in front of the already smelly bathroom. I chose two fat chicks. BAD DECISION! Not cuz of the two fat chicks, but cuz of the two valley girls that sat behind me. Their conversation consisted of, "Well, I'm a 3rd year majoring in bio... cuz yeah... cuz... like... like... you know... I dunno... bio's cool... I guess... " Ugh. You're a 3rd year?! Girl, learn how to speak!!!! I tried to fall asleep, but the two fat chicks took up the whole armrest... so I ended up flipping through the lastest issue of "SkyMall". They have some pretty spiffy stuff.
I came back to a dark, cold, and empty apartment. But the loneliness allowed me to gather my thoughts and recollect all the fun I've had over break. Perhaps the scariest part about my leaving home for college was the possibility that everything would change without me – as if I wouldn't fit in when I got back. It's nice to know my concerns were for naught. Life changes... but my place in the family doesn't...
I managed to catch my brother's game yesterday before I left for Berkeley. It was SUCH a great game! With 2.4 seconds left on the clock and just one point down, the coach tells the boys, "Just disperse." So the inbound play goes to my brother, who then passed it to – off one guy's head and another guy's arm – Brent. Brent shoots it right before the buzzer goes off. Nearly gave me a heart attack with a bounce at the front of the rim, a bounce at the back of the rim, and then a circle around the rim before it fell. TIGERS WIN BY ONE! Yay!
The ride over to the airport was the worst. Terri and Jerry didn't go with us to the airport, so I had to say goodbye to them at the house. It just kills me to have to say goodbye. I feel like I miss out on such a big part of their growth. I guess it's just the motherly instinct in me... plus Jerry's my little baby. Just thinking about all the basketball games I'll miss, all the Super Smash Brothers matches that I won't get to play, all the arguments that I won't be able to have with Terri... makes me all teary-eyed. But I promised myself that I wouldn't cry at the airport. Had to stay strong for the parents.
Once again, at the airport, I was strip-searched like a common criminal. Then I found out that my flight was delayed by a whole hour. Kris kept me busy for awhile by staying on the phone with me. We talked about her two "new friends." Haha. That playa. I managed to get bumped up to an earlier flight. I was the second to the last person they let on, so my choices for seats included sitting between two fat chicks or sitting in front of the already smelly bathroom. I chose two fat chicks. BAD DECISION! Not cuz of the two fat chicks, but cuz of the two valley girls that sat behind me. Their conversation consisted of, "Well, I'm a 3rd year majoring in bio... cuz yeah... cuz... like... like... you know... I dunno... bio's cool... I guess... " Ugh. You're a 3rd year?! Girl, learn how to speak!!!! I tried to fall asleep, but the two fat chicks took up the whole armrest... so I ended up flipping through the lastest issue of "SkyMall". They have some pretty spiffy stuff.
I came back to a dark, cold, and empty apartment. But the loneliness allowed me to gather my thoughts and recollect all the fun I've had over break. Perhaps the scariest part about my leaving home for college was the possibility that everything would change without me – as if I wouldn't fit in when I got back. It's nice to know my concerns were for naught. Life changes... but my place in the family doesn't...
Sunday, January 19, 2003
WOOHOO
What a game... The Clippers killed the Kings tonight!!!! Did I mention KILLED?!!!! I lost my voice sometime during the 4th quarter from booing at Vlade and the rest of them SAC losers. Highlight of the night: Jackson got, not 1, but 2 technical fouls called on him at the same time and was kicked out of the game. The whole arena boo-ed the sucker out. Haha. Final score: 112-107. New found love for Andre Miller...
What a game... The Clippers killed the Kings tonight!!!! Did I mention KILLED?!!!! I lost my voice sometime during the 4th quarter from booing at Vlade and the rest of them SAC losers. Highlight of the night: Jackson got, not 1, but 2 technical fouls called on him at the same time and was kicked out of the game. The whole arena boo-ed the sucker out. Haha. Final score: 112-107. New found love for Andre Miller...
Wednesday, January 15, 2003
BACKTRACK
Forgot to mention all the other fun I've had since last Thursday...
Thursday
Turns out I only had dinner with one Mock Trial Coach... but had a lot of fun driving out to Huntington Beach and ate great food.
Friday
Out w/ Mr. Narumi to Tony Romas... ate like a king. (Not that I'm a guy, but I sure do eat like one. It's scary... had a 7 ounce steak and half a rack of ribs.) We also watched 25th Hour, starring Caroline's hubby Edward Norton. Once again, another amazing performance by Eddie. Pretty good movie, but like Caroline said, "Too many references to 9-11!"
Saturday
The wonderful Fullerton Speech and Debate Invitational where I judged my brains out. Scored dinner that night w/ Tony at Outback. (Yes, I've been eating a lot of steak... Gabby swears I'm on the Atkin's Diet without even trying.)
Sunday
Judged some more... laughed at the semi-finalists that Nermin, Gabs and I had to judge. Sad thing about that is, the speeches were supposed to be dramatic, not humorous! As Gabs and I later concluded, the two of us sealed the fate of those competitors... so sad. Haha, like Gabs and I, an extemper and an OO-er, really know anything about DI. By the end of the night, I got that same feeling I used to get after a long tournament. It's that feeling of being soooo horribly exhausted that you don't even have the energy to lift your hand to your mouth to put food in... forget about finding the energy to chew and swallow! I somehow managed to conjure up enough energy to spend a nice dinner with Gabs, Vero, Lauren, Paul, and Smitti and then drive the girls home. All in all, it was nice to play "Captain" for a day, even if I'm not really a captain anymore. Like I always say, I'll always care for the team. They made me so proud... 10 breaks into semi-finals. I love the novice kids, they're so cute!
Monday
Had lunch with Mr. Ashbran, Gabs, and Pablo. Haha, Mr. Ashbran is still the same. Goes off on random tangents, but that's why we love him. Also had a heart to heart w/ Pablo. So proud of him, our Pablito has grown up... he has reassured me that there are still good guys out there.
Tuesday
The Getty.
Forgot to mention all the other fun I've had since last Thursday...
Thursday
Turns out I only had dinner with one Mock Trial Coach... but had a lot of fun driving out to Huntington Beach and ate great food.
Friday
Out w/ Mr. Narumi to Tony Romas... ate like a king. (Not that I'm a guy, but I sure do eat like one. It's scary... had a 7 ounce steak and half a rack of ribs.) We also watched 25th Hour, starring Caroline's hubby Edward Norton. Once again, another amazing performance by Eddie. Pretty good movie, but like Caroline said, "Too many references to 9-11!"
Saturday
The wonderful Fullerton Speech and Debate Invitational where I judged my brains out. Scored dinner that night w/ Tony at Outback. (Yes, I've been eating a lot of steak... Gabby swears I'm on the Atkin's Diet without even trying.)
Sunday
Judged some more... laughed at the semi-finalists that Nermin, Gabs and I had to judge. Sad thing about that is, the speeches were supposed to be dramatic, not humorous! As Gabs and I later concluded, the two of us sealed the fate of those competitors... so sad. Haha, like Gabs and I, an extemper and an OO-er, really know anything about DI. By the end of the night, I got that same feeling I used to get after a long tournament. It's that feeling of being soooo horribly exhausted that you don't even have the energy to lift your hand to your mouth to put food in... forget about finding the energy to chew and swallow! I somehow managed to conjure up enough energy to spend a nice dinner with Gabs, Vero, Lauren, Paul, and Smitti and then drive the girls home. All in all, it was nice to play "Captain" for a day, even if I'm not really a captain anymore. Like I always say, I'll always care for the team. They made me so proud... 10 breaks into semi-finals. I love the novice kids, they're so cute!
Monday
Had lunch with Mr. Ashbran, Gabs, and Pablo. Haha, Mr. Ashbran is still the same. Goes off on random tangents, but that's why we love him. Also had a heart to heart w/ Pablo. So proud of him, our Pablito has grown up... he has reassured me that there are still good guys out there.
Tuesday
The Getty.
MR. PERFECT... ALMOST
Still kicking myself in the butt for not talking to "Sid" at the Getty... Outing w/ the roomies today to the beautiful Getty in Santa Monica. LOVED the Dorothea Lange exhibit. Also LOVED Monet's artwork... he's still my favorite painter. It never ceases to amaze me the way he can paint so that his work looks like a bunch of random brushstrokes up-close, but it all comes together and creates an image once you back up and take in the whole picture. Very symbolic... the way we fuss over minor details and miss out on important things in life, yet everything becomes much clearer once we see the bigger picture. We also figured out where Caroline's wedding reception will be... in the Central Garden. Ahhh, sooo beautiful! For Caroline's wedding, all the guests will sit on surfboards in the middle of the stream while Caroline sashays down the dirt ramp. (Good thinking, Gabs.) Haha. It's okay, Caroline, I'm sure renting out the Getty won't be all that expensive in a few years... *hopefully*
Anyway, onto Sid... not really Mr. Perfect's name, unfortunately, I don't even know what his name is! Mr. Perfect came strolling through the courtyard while the girls and I were sipping our mochas. There he was, all dressed in full suit and tie, looking so confident, poised, and handsome. He headed straight for the 3rd floor of the West Wing... straight for the Monets! (Yes, the girls and I followed him... discreetly, of course.) I noticed that he was carrying a flowpad (total plus! reminded me of a speech boy) and a book. What was the book? Only a book written by Hermann Hesse! Still in awe of ANY guy that reads Hermann Hesse! After that, we nicknamed Mr. Perfect "Sid", after Hesse's book Siddhartha. Sadly, he was not amused by the way I analyzed the way Monet portrays the bell towers in one of his paintings. (At least Gabs found it funny.) Through our detective skills (or rather, mostly Gabby's detective skills) we have come to the conclusion that he's a successful businessman that works near Santa Monica and goes to the museum to unwind after a long day's work. He's also a conservationalist that takes the Metro to work everyday, hence the book in his hand. And he's obviously a smart man that enjoys literature and Monet paintings... and stupid me, I've missed my chance...
Still kicking myself in the butt for not talking to "Sid" at the Getty... Outing w/ the roomies today to the beautiful Getty in Santa Monica. LOVED the Dorothea Lange exhibit. Also LOVED Monet's artwork... he's still my favorite painter. It never ceases to amaze me the way he can paint so that his work looks like a bunch of random brushstrokes up-close, but it all comes together and creates an image once you back up and take in the whole picture. Very symbolic... the way we fuss over minor details and miss out on important things in life, yet everything becomes much clearer once we see the bigger picture. We also figured out where Caroline's wedding reception will be... in the Central Garden. Ahhh, sooo beautiful! For Caroline's wedding, all the guests will sit on surfboards in the middle of the stream while Caroline sashays down the dirt ramp. (Good thinking, Gabs.) Haha. It's okay, Caroline, I'm sure renting out the Getty won't be all that expensive in a few years... *hopefully*
Anyway, onto Sid... not really Mr. Perfect's name, unfortunately, I don't even know what his name is! Mr. Perfect came strolling through the courtyard while the girls and I were sipping our mochas. There he was, all dressed in full suit and tie, looking so confident, poised, and handsome. He headed straight for the 3rd floor of the West Wing... straight for the Monets! (Yes, the girls and I followed him... discreetly, of course.) I noticed that he was carrying a flowpad (total plus! reminded me of a speech boy) and a book. What was the book? Only a book written by Hermann Hesse! Still in awe of ANY guy that reads Hermann Hesse! After that, we nicknamed Mr. Perfect "Sid", after Hesse's book Siddhartha. Sadly, he was not amused by the way I analyzed the way Monet portrays the bell towers in one of his paintings. (At least Gabs found it funny.) Through our detective skills (or rather, mostly Gabby's detective skills) we have come to the conclusion that he's a successful businessman that works near Santa Monica and goes to the museum to unwind after a long day's work. He's also a conservationalist that takes the Metro to work everyday, hence the book in his hand. And he's obviously a smart man that enjoys literature and Monet paintings... and stupid me, I've missed my chance...
Thursday, January 09, 2003
THE FRUITS OF MY LABOR
These past three days, I have witnessed first-hand the legacy that I have left behind at Macy Intermediate School. Six years ago, I single-handedly brought competitive sports back to Macy after a 13-year breach. As an eighth-grader, I was a TA for Ms. Briley (now known as Mrs. Dean to all the young'uns). I remember during 5th period one day, I was going through some of the stuff that she gets in the mail (one of my daily tasks) and I came across an invitation to a girls' basketball tournament. I did some fast talking and managed to sweet talk her into letting us start a team. Kris, Karen and I became known as The Triple Threat. That year, we slaughtered every team but could not hold our own against the smelly armpits of the Suva gigantors. (It sucks having a team of 5-feet and under girls!) We ended up taking a huge 2nd place trophy home that year, and it's been sitting in the library showcase ever since, along with our picture. Since that year, Macy has been an avid participant of competitive sports. This legacy has been carried on that I am now able to watch my little brother (the cutie) share the same experiences I had in 8th grade. It's truly been a joy watching all the boys play... it's nice to know that I've left behind something great.
Now a quick run-down of what I've been up to...
Monday
Went out with Allison, Abie and Corey. Laughed so hard my cheeks hurt even the following morning.
Tuesday
As dorky as this sounds, had a lunch date with my favorite teacher, Mrs. VanCott. Haha, being the two talktative people that we are, we were constantly fighting to get the other one to listen. *sigh* She makes me want to be a teacher all over again. Jerry was the highest scorer of the game, with 15 points... as was Kobe with 45 points. Was definitely a good day for basketball.
Wednesday
Took my little cutie out to try to get my mom a George Foreman Grill for her birthday. (Yes, the present serves selfish purposes, I know!) Darn Target... totally out of stock. Ended up at Blockbusters where I rented Goldmember for the cutie. He gave me a guilt trip, saying that Terri and I always go out with friends to watch movies that he wants to see, but nobody ever takes him. We watched that night... he loved it. However, I don't think that my dad was too happy about it. Apparently, he doesn't approve of the humor/content.
Today (Thursday)
Went to brother's game again... yay, they won! Went to the other Target in Whittier and got the George Foreman. Then returned The Sweetest Thing. (No late charges for Elaine!) And finally treated the siblings to In 'N Out... Mark made my fries while Eric toasted my buns. Haha. Now off to have dinner with my Mock Trial Coach (and currently brother's teacher), the other Mock Trial Coach and high school College Counselor. Wait, it gets better... tomorrow is with the high school Band Director...
These past three days, I have witnessed first-hand the legacy that I have left behind at Macy Intermediate School. Six years ago, I single-handedly brought competitive sports back to Macy after a 13-year breach. As an eighth-grader, I was a TA for Ms. Briley (now known as Mrs. Dean to all the young'uns). I remember during 5th period one day, I was going through some of the stuff that she gets in the mail (one of my daily tasks) and I came across an invitation to a girls' basketball tournament. I did some fast talking and managed to sweet talk her into letting us start a team. Kris, Karen and I became known as The Triple Threat. That year, we slaughtered every team but could not hold our own against the smelly armpits of the Suva gigantors. (It sucks having a team of 5-feet and under girls!) We ended up taking a huge 2nd place trophy home that year, and it's been sitting in the library showcase ever since, along with our picture. Since that year, Macy has been an avid participant of competitive sports. This legacy has been carried on that I am now able to watch my little brother (the cutie) share the same experiences I had in 8th grade. It's truly been a joy watching all the boys play... it's nice to know that I've left behind something great.
Now a quick run-down of what I've been up to...
Monday
Went out with Allison, Abie and Corey. Laughed so hard my cheeks hurt even the following morning.
Tuesday
As dorky as this sounds, had a lunch date with my favorite teacher, Mrs. VanCott. Haha, being the two talktative people that we are, we were constantly fighting to get the other one to listen. *sigh* She makes me want to be a teacher all over again. Jerry was the highest scorer of the game, with 15 points... as was Kobe with 45 points. Was definitely a good day for basketball.
Wednesday
Took my little cutie out to try to get my mom a George Foreman Grill for her birthday. (Yes, the present serves selfish purposes, I know!) Darn Target... totally out of stock. Ended up at Blockbusters where I rented Goldmember for the cutie. He gave me a guilt trip, saying that Terri and I always go out with friends to watch movies that he wants to see, but nobody ever takes him. We watched that night... he loved it. However, I don't think that my dad was too happy about it. Apparently, he doesn't approve of the humor/content.
Today (Thursday)
Went to brother's game again... yay, they won! Went to the other Target in Whittier and got the George Foreman. Then returned The Sweetest Thing. (No late charges for Elaine!) And finally treated the siblings to In 'N Out... Mark made my fries while Eric toasted my buns. Haha. Now off to have dinner with my Mock Trial Coach (and currently brother's teacher), the other Mock Trial Coach and high school College Counselor. Wait, it gets better... tomorrow is with the high school Band Director...
Monday, January 06, 2003
OUR FOURSOME DOWN TO THREE...
Elaine pretty much got the gist of it... so refer to her blog for complete details. Yay for Pat and Oscars' PLUMP breadsticks, Caroline's impromtu piercing, pool, "Chicago" (mainly cuz of Richard Gere), junk food, Eric and Mark (hotties!), and last but not least... good friends.
Elaine pretty much got the gist of it... so refer to her blog for complete details. Yay for Pat and Oscars' PLUMP breadsticks, Caroline's impromtu piercing, pool, "Chicago" (mainly cuz of Richard Gere), junk food, Eric and Mark (hotties!), and last but not least... good friends.
Thursday, January 02, 2003
OoOOooO... PARTY-GIRL JAMIE
Been out every night this week except tonight. It's been good, decent fun, but I must admit, I love sitting my on arse at home, too. Did nothing but stay in my pajamas all day and watch a bunch of mindless TV, including replays over the Rose Parade, over and over and over again. Being home in LA has been associated with my life without any stress. And though I do agree that some stress is often good, I desperately needed a break from all the stress that I was puting myself through at school. It's a nice feeling being totally carefree, again. I've spent so much time with Kris this past week that we're both on the verge of killing each other. LOL. (Just like Ike and Tina, right?) Gosh, how I've missed the friendship we shared in high school. Kinda sucks that we're on different UC campuses, but things should be a lot better after she takes her car up North. Then we'll be able to hang out all the time! Haha, don't know if that's a good thing or not...
New Year's was a lot of fun... hit up two parties in one night! Jane and Jilly's awesome birthday bash and then post-midnight drinking with my roomies. (Yes, Elaine, you are now an honorary Haste girl.) Okay okay, so I make things sound a lot more scandalous than they really appear to be. Party #1 consisted of playing Taboo, Guesstures, watching Lilo & Stitch, and eating tons of good Chinese food! (Hey!!! My kind of fun!) Then we counted down with Dick Clark and celebrated over some sparkling peach cider. Party #2 was at Elaine's house where Caroline and Elaine's "brothers" were getting down with sparkling cranberry cider. (Newsflash: Sparkling apple cider was soooo last year! Haha.) More movie watching, or rather, rewinding to watch some "Academy Award winning acting" from Drive Me Crazy. Go figure... crazy boys. Then we listened to Elaine's "brothers" free-style while Caroline and I listened from the kitchen. "Honest, I was just there cuz I was hungry!" LOL.
Conclusion: No crazy drinking party, no lip-locking at the stroke of midnight, no bumpin' and grindin' with guys... just good clean fun with old friends, just the way I like it. So what if people think I'm a big prude... I'm fun no matter what. Baby, I'm the life of the party.
Been out every night this week except tonight. It's been good, decent fun, but I must admit, I love sitting my on arse at home, too. Did nothing but stay in my pajamas all day and watch a bunch of mindless TV, including replays over the Rose Parade, over and over and over again. Being home in LA has been associated with my life without any stress. And though I do agree that some stress is often good, I desperately needed a break from all the stress that I was puting myself through at school. It's a nice feeling being totally carefree, again. I've spent so much time with Kris this past week that we're both on the verge of killing each other. LOL. (Just like Ike and Tina, right?) Gosh, how I've missed the friendship we shared in high school. Kinda sucks that we're on different UC campuses, but things should be a lot better after she takes her car up North. Then we'll be able to hang out all the time! Haha, don't know if that's a good thing or not...
New Year's was a lot of fun... hit up two parties in one night! Jane and Jilly's awesome birthday bash and then post-midnight drinking with my roomies. (Yes, Elaine, you are now an honorary Haste girl.) Okay okay, so I make things sound a lot more scandalous than they really appear to be. Party #1 consisted of playing Taboo, Guesstures, watching Lilo & Stitch, and eating tons of good Chinese food! (Hey!!! My kind of fun!) Then we counted down with Dick Clark and celebrated over some sparkling peach cider. Party #2 was at Elaine's house where Caroline and Elaine's "brothers" were getting down with sparkling cranberry cider. (Newsflash: Sparkling apple cider was soooo last year! Haha.) More movie watching, or rather, rewinding to watch some "Academy Award winning acting" from Drive Me Crazy. Go figure... crazy boys. Then we listened to Elaine's "brothers" free-style while Caroline and I listened from the kitchen. "Honest, I was just there cuz I was hungry!" LOL.
Conclusion: No crazy drinking party, no lip-locking at the stroke of midnight, no bumpin' and grindin' with guys... just good clean fun with old friends, just the way I like it. So what if people think I'm a big prude... I'm fun no matter what. Baby, I'm the life of the party.
Tuesday, December 24, 2002
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...
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...
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.
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