martedì, giugno 28, 2005

It's only 9:30?!!!

Sweet Moses, but time is dragging today. I'm 3/4 done with my daily data entry (try saying that three times fast), and I glance at the clock, expecting it to be sometime well into the 10 o'clock hour, but no; its barely half-way through 9. Sigh. Now I have to come up with official looking things for me to, so I can convince my coworkers that I am, in fact a good employee. I don't know why I try to keep up this pretense. Everyday, the desire to come to work in pjs grows stronger. As does the one to just not show up at all. But then I remember that I need to pay my rent, etc. and that sort of makes me want to come to work. Sort of. I need a sugar daddy. But not in a gross trading sexual favors for money and shiny things sort of way. More in a sweet, someone who is fabulously wealthy wants to adopt me as their protegee. That would be awesome! I'm going to have to look into this. If nothing else, it'll make the time go by faster.

lunedì, giugno 27, 2005

I need sleep

Seriously, its getting bad. I've gotten into this habit where I stay up late, but then still get up early for work every morning. And now my body is used to it, so I'm not that tired late at night anymore. Just throughout the entire day. Its affecting my life, too. Today I couldn't find my hammer (I wanted to ghetto-fy my room by nailing up drapes because I'm too poor to buy a rod- hah! rod!). Where was it? In my closet. Next to my roll of masking tape. Of course! Because thats's where such things should be kept. I'm looking into napping pills. It might help.

lunedì, giugno 20, 2005

Yes Ed Norton, that was my ass

I saw Ed Norton friday night, no joke. And he saw my ass. How did this happen you might wonder? (I hope you're wondering and not thinking that this is a normal occurence for my ass to make appearances at movie stars, because it doesn't I swear!) The weekend started when I went out to dinner at Buddha's Belly out in LA for Jen's 25th birthday, wearing *slightly* low cut jeans. Not excessivly low, as I have had people check the scandal level for me before, but lower than I am used to. Before we made our final seat decisions, I had to change my seat a number of times, which made for some prime ass viewing for the table behind. Everytime I got up to move to a different chair (ironically ending up at the same chair that I originally started out in), there had to be some adjustments of the pants before they got too scandalous, and I did wonder about exactly what those who were sitting behind me were seeing. It was only after some appetizers and a few drinks that we noticed who exactly was sitting at the table behind us, and who had a lovely view of my derrier during the seat exchanging. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, it was indeed that fine actor Ed Norton. In fact, this was my first celebrity sighting since moving back down to LA (and probably one of the better ones of my life, since others include Bob Saget one time in Santa Monica when I was 12 and meeting Dick Clark when I was 8)... Ed Norton, my ass says hello.
The rest of the night was fun too, with silliness running rampant in Jen's apartment until 2 something in the morning. Shout out to John's grandma's sweet ride and Rider Strong lookalikes. Some day, when I figure out the dame photo posting deal, I promise to put up pictures of Jen, me and our sake baby Raul (trust me, if you saw the picture it would totally make sense), and other random pictures of the weekend. Anyone want to help me out of this technological quagmire?

Time of death of the great coffee experiment: 9:26am. I wanted to see how many days I could go with coffee, and apparently that magic number is 5 days. I think I could have gone for loner if I had got to sleep at a normal time last night, but after a weekend of staying up until the wee hours of the morning, I could not get to sleep last night! Aggravating. So yes, a morning without coffee was not going to happen today. Now a morning without data entry would be heavensent. It doesn't look like that's going to happen. But I have hope.

venerdì, giugno 17, 2005

I live in a backwards house

Seriosuly, everything in my house is backwards; all the faucets turn the wrong way and are switched to the wrong sides and the doorknobs turn backwards, as does the front door lock, which you have to turn the key right to unlock. Its weird. Just part of the charm of an old house I suppose. Which I totally love. Slowly but surely I'm settling in, and getting all my stuff oriented and its actually starting to feel like home, yay! I can't wait to have people over for summer fun. Normaly it doesnt take me so long to unpack, but as I've barely been home in the past few weeks, I've decided I'm allowed. I went up north last week, which was soooo much fun! I spent a few days up in Sacramento, visiting with college friends, a bunch of us were in the same place for the first time in a while, so there was much hanging out and having good times. Then I joined my current college (technically grad school I suppose, but whatever) friends for fun times on the delta. Despite my body feeling like I was beaten repeatedly with a sack of bricks (and don't even get me started on the random burns scattered across my body-very strange), I still have fond memories. There was much more hanging out- this time on water- and silliness as I tried wakeboarding (I totally got up!) and tubing (I totally got the shit kicked out of me!). Good good times. But now I'm back in the land of smog and traffic and backwards houses (the formers of which I could definitly do without). Oh yes, and data entry. Sigh.

giovedì, giugno 09, 2005


Birthday:December 15th, 1981
Birthplace:Thousand Oaks, CA
Current Location:Claremont, CA
Eye Color:Hazel (thats what it says on my drivers license, and that can't be wrong, right?)
Hair Color:Brown
Height:5'7 on a good day
Right Handed or Left Handed:right
Your Heritage:Romanian and British
The Shoes You Wore Today:flip flops from target
Your Weakness:too many to list...
Your Fears:electric doors, car crashes, cancer
Your Perfect Pizza:lots of veggies, no nasty meat products
Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year:acquire a real job that doesn't involve data entry
Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger:totally
Thoughts First Waking Up:I hate my job soooo much right now.
Your Best Physical Feature:my eyes
Your Bedtime:depends on the day
Your Most Missed Memory:watching 90210 in our bras sophomore year in chaparal apts.
Pepsi or Coke:pepsi
MacDonalds or Burger King:mcdonalds, their fries are so much better
Single or Group Dates:I'd take either at this point (sigh)
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea:lipton
Chocolate or Vanilla:vanilla, it goes with everything!
Cappuccino or Coffee:both, mmm caffiene!
Do you Smoke:no, its nasty and causes cancer
Do you Swear:all the damn time
Do you Sing:badly
Do you Shower Daily:yes, are there people who don't?
Have you Been in Love:yes, sigh.
Do you want to go to College:so much I went back for more :)
Do you want to get Married:somedays
Do you belive in yourself:sometimes
Do you get Motion Sickness:only when my mom drives
Do you think you are Attractive:I have my moments
Are you a Health Freak:about certain things
Do you get along with your Parents:better now than ever before
Do you like Thunderstorms:yup
Do you play an Instrument:i like to pretend that I play the piano
In the past month have you Drank Alcohol:heh, perhaps :)
In the past month have you Smoked:no
In the past month have you been on Drugs:not that I'm aware of
In the past month have you gone on a Date:no
In the past month have you gone to a Mall:no
In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos:no
In the past month have you eaten Sushi:no
In the past month have you been on Stage:no
In the past month have you been Dumped:no
In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping:no
In the past month have you Stolen Anything:no, man I am so boring!
Ever been Drunk:yes
Ever been called a Tease:at my highschool sophomore homecoming dance, I danced with this guy and then his girlfriend broke up with him (even though we just talked the whole time and nothing scandalous happened) and my friends called me a homewrecker
Ever been Beaten up:no
Ever Shoplifted:maybe
How do you want to Die:unexpectedly
What do you want to be when you Grow Up:happy (that was such a lame answer)
What country would you most like to Visit:all of them, no seriously, who wants to take me?
In a Boy/Girl..
Favourite Eye Color:blue/green
Favourite Hair Color:dark
Short or Long Hair:short, but sometimes long
Weight:not 5000?
Best Clothing Style:nerdy emo type
Number of Drugs I have taken:is this still in a boy/girl (because that would be weird, think about it)? more than 1, less than 10
Number of CDs I own:100+
Number of Piercings:3
Number of Tattoos:1
Number of things in my Past I Regret:23


mercoledì, giugno 08, 2005

Olympia by Edouard Manet 1863  Posted by Hello

random observances from work...

Okay I need to get out more. Seriously. Its summer and my nerdiness has risen to new heights. I'm currently at work (with little hopes for escape for another hour and half, hence the blogging), doing some lovely data entry. Basically I'm typing up numbers from one excel file into another excel file, only (here's the kicker!) the new one is horizontal while the old one is vertical! Madness I tell you, sheer madness!
So anyway, the numbers are sales amounts of the stores for each day and are mostly in the low thousands. I've noticed that whenever the numbers resemble a historic date I start trying to remember what happened in the year. Like for 1863.56, I would think of Manet's painting of Olympia or for 1939.24, I think of Germany invading Poland and the start World War II. My inner (hell, who am I kidding, I've never been able to hide this) history geek is rearing its date-loving-historical-fact-quoting head. I've been doing this all week and have been pefectly entertained. Admitting you have a problem is the first step, right?

lunedì, giugno 06, 2005

Permanent markers do not equal blue pens

In case you were wondering, while both these writing implements can be used on various mediums, in actuality they are not on equal footing and should not be used in exchange of each other. Maybe I should send out a memo to my coworkers, as this morning I arrived at my desk to find it bereft of all of my blue pens, but somehow gaining in permanent markers. Which are not as valuable to my daily activites as the blue pens. Sadly. But at least instead of finding my desk completely empty of supplies, this time I still have some. Maybe I can use them to barter for some new pens. Sigh.

mercoledì, giugno 01, 2005

I have measured my life with coffee spoons

Or more accurately, with books. Its that time of the year when I move all the objects that make up my life from one living arrangement to another (in truth, I'm little early, its usually the end of August when this joyous occasion occurs, but anything that will get me out of the Inland Empire sooner I'll take). So I've been boxing up my possessions, which are mostly made up by the large amount of books that I own. 364 days our of the year I love my books, but on that one day when I have carry each and every one of them from one place to another, they are definitly not on my happy list. But as soon as they're in their new room, I'll take solace in them once again, and try to forget just how heavy they are all together. In a sick way, I enjoy moving, there's such a hieghtening of expectations and anticipations of what the new place will bring. And I'm really excited about this new place. First of all, its in downtown Claremont, and might actually be the first place that I've proactively wanted to live in. It has a soul- unlike the apartments of the past. I'm also hoping that perhaps with a new living arrangement will come new trends in my life, maybe I can finally close up some slightly open doors from the past. A literal fresh start. As I learned last night, I would not be the only one to do so...
I'm writing this as I sit on hold for what appears to be until the end of time. Sigh. Between the holding and my computer trying to die slowly, I could really use a vacation. Permanently. Perhaps with my living situation, I'll be gifted with a new job. One which doesn't involve the hated data entry. A girl can dream.