I love the changes that the Fall season brings. The weather is cooling down, the large crowds at Disneyland are dwindling, I get to bundle up in sweaters and blankets, drink hot chocolate and tea, and anticipate all the holiday/birthday madness for the rest of the year.
Coincidentally, I usually don't look forward to my own birthday. The one time of year when I feel I can be more outspoken about what I want to do, there's always someone trying to change my mind, to get me to do what they want to do. Or uninvited people who tag along which I could really care less about. My voice is less heard than any other time during the year even though all I want to do is have fun with family/friends and enjoy hakuna matata.
Usually, I just end up being disappointed by the end of the day for one reason or another.
Not to be selfish, but isn't this my day? I try to plan ahead things because people are busy on the weekends and I want to make sure that everyone who wants to participate is able to. When I'm telling you what I'm thinking about doing for my birthday weekend, don't try and discourage me from my thoughts and think that I don't have other people that I want to celebrate with.
I try to be accommodating with my friends and family and compromise when we are out doing things. My birthday falling on a weekend is something that hasn't happened since I've moved to SoCal and I want to spend it the way I want to spend it. I will compromise on the little things, but not the big picture which is the location.
Well the above rant may have been a waste of my time. This birthday may not happen the way I want it to anyways. I just called customer service and there are no reservations for that weekend.
Just. Freakin'. Great.
I'll do more research on other places to go because I really want this birthday to be special and exciting, and something that I haven't done before.
I was going to post about the Olympics, but I'll leave that for after the Closing Ceremony on Sunday. Maybe by that time we'll have a little more information on all the scandals and I can have an accurate rant on all the sports that are "judged".
Will our heroine escape the controlling claws of the people she calls "friends" and defend the birthday she's always hoped for?
Tune in next week, same bat time, same bat channel.
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Could I be any more random?
I'm over reading all the lies a select few of my friends write in their MySpace surveys. I like to do the surveys for fun and to write smart-ass remarks to make myself laugh (and maybe someone else). It is not an arena to declare (all ADD-like in one survey) how depressed, happy, wonderful, yet shitty your life is. It seems like 2 different people took your survey, which makes reading it slightly confusing. Make. It. Stop. You're not going to make people talk to you if you're impersonating Two-Face. Trust me.
It's a good thing I'm being hypocritical tonight and starting off with something negative. It just really gets me how different people are on MySpace even though you think you're friends in "real life". It's just a strange divide to me. I always try to be as honest with myself as possible when people make friend requests and then don't talk to me for months. So, did you "friend" me just to read about my life but not want to comment or interact with me? Deleted. Sorry, but I'm not in a contest, or involved in any profession, which requires me to have X number of friends to raise my self esteem. If we hardly talked in high school, it's a good chance that we'll hardly talk now. As much as I would like to reconnect with some friends I was fond of in school, it's just such a strange way to communicate (not to mention I'm realistic with how many people I can keep in touch with).....I guess I'm a little old fashioned thinking that a friend is just a phone call away.
Now stepping out of my Delorean in 2008....
I had a really good day at work today. I felt productive and accomplished more than I thought I would, except for getting to work on time. I was 3 minutes late (I have to physically clock in) and I hoped that wasn't going to be the start of a bad day. I had already felt like I picked out a cute outfit and felt really good when I left home. It may seem vain, but the jubilation I get when I leave the house in a cute, comfortable outfit gives me vibes of a great day ahead.
Haven't been making it to any classes all week but I will be going to yoga tomorrow to get my butt back into the rhythm of my schedule. I got screwed up when I went to San Diego for the weekend and didn't do all my normal errands so I did them during the week. I have to say, it was completely worth it to spend the weekend down there. It's so beautiful and makes me want to move there each time I go. Too bad my company doesn't have any sort of department down there ::sigh:: We were celebrating my friend's (and former roommate's) birthday and had an awesome time. Makes me miss not seeing her as often as I used to.
Have finally finished reading Atonement and I've got to say, I wasn't sure why they decided to make this into a movie. Which, in my opinion, wasn't worth a Best Picture nomination. I have nothing good to say about the book other than I'm glad I finished it. I was contemplating going towards the light if I didn't see an ending in sight. I appreciated the costumes in the movie, other than the fact that the infamous green dress Keira Knightley wore looked like it had laser cutouts on the bodice/neckline. I don't think that before WWII they would be using lasers for fashion (I could be mistaken though).
Looking through all the books I have to read, I'm having trouble deciding which direction I want to go. I am feeling timid after reading Atonement, in getting myself into another drab period novel. I have The Other Boleyn Girl, Twilight, The Omnivore's Dilemma, and a few Jane Austen novels. Too many books, so little time to read....
Project Runway wasn't as noteworthy tonight. The designers did a challenge to create an outfit for the opening ceremony at the Summer Olympics, exclusively for the women. I was only blown away by one designer (Terri is her name, I think) who did a great sportswear blazer/slacks combo that had a 70's feel to it. The only thing I would have changed was the blazer since it's the summer Olympics and who knows how hot it is in Beijing. I wish she would have won, but the girl who did win designed white linen, high wasted, wide legged pants, with a white vest, with a little red and blue trim detail. Didn't really look athletic, or American, to me. Oh well, I did get a kick out of Michael Kors cracking up over Nina Garcia's comments on one of the stranger designs. He's got a contagious laugh and usually doesn't let down his guard often, so it's nice when he lets loose and finds something to giggle about. I'm beginning to lose faith in my show especially since they'll be moving to L.A. next year. I'm scared it's only going to be downhill from here....
Happy dreams.
It's a good thing I'm being hypocritical tonight and starting off with something negative. It just really gets me how different people are on MySpace even though you think you're friends in "real life". It's just a strange divide to me. I always try to be as honest with myself as possible when people make friend requests and then don't talk to me for months. So, did you "friend" me just to read about my life but not want to comment or interact with me? Deleted. Sorry, but I'm not in a contest, or involved in any profession, which requires me to have X number of friends to raise my self esteem. If we hardly talked in high school, it's a good chance that we'll hardly talk now. As much as I would like to reconnect with some friends I was fond of in school, it's just such a strange way to communicate (not to mention I'm realistic with how many people I can keep in touch with).....I guess I'm a little old fashioned thinking that a friend is just a phone call away.
Now stepping out of my Delorean in 2008....
I had a really good day at work today. I felt productive and accomplished more than I thought I would, except for getting to work on time. I was 3 minutes late (I have to physically clock in) and I hoped that wasn't going to be the start of a bad day. I had already felt like I picked out a cute outfit and felt really good when I left home. It may seem vain, but the jubilation I get when I leave the house in a cute, comfortable outfit gives me vibes of a great day ahead.
Haven't been making it to any classes all week but I will be going to yoga tomorrow to get my butt back into the rhythm of my schedule. I got screwed up when I went to San Diego for the weekend and didn't do all my normal errands so I did them during the week. I have to say, it was completely worth it to spend the weekend down there. It's so beautiful and makes me want to move there each time I go. Too bad my company doesn't have any sort of department down there ::sigh:: We were celebrating my friend's (and former roommate's) birthday and had an awesome time. Makes me miss not seeing her as often as I used to.
Have finally finished reading Atonement and I've got to say, I wasn't sure why they decided to make this into a movie. Which, in my opinion, wasn't worth a Best Picture nomination. I have nothing good to say about the book other than I'm glad I finished it. I was contemplating going towards the light if I didn't see an ending in sight. I appreciated the costumes in the movie, other than the fact that the infamous green dress Keira Knightley wore looked like it had laser cutouts on the bodice/neckline. I don't think that before WWII they would be using lasers for fashion (I could be mistaken though).
Looking through all the books I have to read, I'm having trouble deciding which direction I want to go. I am feeling timid after reading Atonement, in getting myself into another drab period novel. I have The Other Boleyn Girl, Twilight, The Omnivore's Dilemma, and a few Jane Austen novels. Too many books, so little time to read....
Project Runway wasn't as noteworthy tonight. The designers did a challenge to create an outfit for the opening ceremony at the Summer Olympics, exclusively for the women. I was only blown away by one designer (Terri is her name, I think) who did a great sportswear blazer/slacks combo that had a 70's feel to it. The only thing I would have changed was the blazer since it's the summer Olympics and who knows how hot it is in Beijing. I wish she would have won, but the girl who did win designed white linen, high wasted, wide legged pants, with a white vest, with a little red and blue trim detail. Didn't really look athletic, or American, to me. Oh well, I did get a kick out of Michael Kors cracking up over Nina Garcia's comments on one of the stranger designs. He's got a contagious laugh and usually doesn't let down his guard often, so it's nice when he lets loose and finds something to giggle about. I'm beginning to lose faith in my show especially since they'll be moving to L.A. next year. I'm scared it's only going to be downhill from here....
Happy dreams.
Friday, August 1, 2008
I need this weekend.
Actually, I've been ready for the weekend since Wednesday when I woke up at 8am thinking it was Saturday. I casually checked my phone and read "workday" instead of "cereal and cartoons". Dammit. I got ready at Superman speed and was only 10 minutes late to work.
That's one of the things I need to get better at. I'm late to work at least 3 times a week. For some reason, I have plenty of time to get ready (on the days I get up on time) and decide there are some things I have to do around the apartment that I think I have time for. I just need to get up and get ready to leave for work. That's it. Not trick myself into thinking I have all this time to get little things done. I am also hoping that no one is keeping track of when I'm coming in because it's a goal of mine to get there before my supervisor. I have next week to practice since everyone is on vacation...we'll see how it goes.
Thankfully, after I finish with my writing this evening, I am going to start packing for my little weekend trip to San Diego. I haven't been down there in about a year, so I'm excited to visit my friend and have a relaxing weekend.
The main reason I'm so desperate for relaxation is the fact that I experienced my first earthquake Tuesday morning and have been ridiculously jumpy ever since. The earthquake was about 25 miles from where I work/live. Talk about being panicked and jelly-legged to the point where I'm walking around like a zombie telling everyone who's asking "I'm fine. Really....I'm fine." Such a liar and they knew it. I was pale-faced (even more so than normal) and utterly confused as to how everyone can get back to work after calling loved ones to make sure they were okay. It was like an extra 10-minute break to make your phone call than resume as normal.
Whaaaaaaaaat?
I had to sit down for 30 minutes after it happened all the while listening to all the earthquake stories. Oh and FYI: hearing "survivor" stories after one has experienced their first earthquake doesn't help my current situation. So thanks for trying to help. It also doesn't help to take the opportunity to tell me about "aftershocks" and saying things like "oh this was nothing, the BIG one will be soon, it won't stop". So wait. This wasn't considered big? The fact that it felt like I was running on a treadmill sideways towards a door, or trying to walk on a boat during a hurricane....this was nothing? Gah. It's 45 seconds of my life I'll never forget.
My company's offices are next to train tracks, so we are used to rumblings and loud horns blasting, but this earthquake has made me on edge every time a train passes. It also doesn't help that I live in a downstairs apartment under a pair of elephants that sound like they're coming through the ceiling at any moment. Could I be any more paranoid?
Well, Southern California you are on notice. I didn't want to do it, but you gave me no choice. First, I move to Sunny Southern California to find out it rains way more than y'all imply and second, no one decided to mention to this out-of-towner how to be prepared for an earthquake. You just roll (sorry for the bad pun) with the fact that they happen and seem to remember all the drills during the event. Isn't there a safety committee at work that can do a yearly/monthly drill for earthquakes so the non-native doesn't freak out or turn into a statue again? It's not too much to ask.
I better quit before I start getting antsy again and not sleep. I have a long drive tomorrow.
Happy dreams.
That's one of the things I need to get better at. I'm late to work at least 3 times a week. For some reason, I have plenty of time to get ready (on the days I get up on time) and decide there are some things I have to do around the apartment that I think I have time for. I just need to get up and get ready to leave for work. That's it. Not trick myself into thinking I have all this time to get little things done. I am also hoping that no one is keeping track of when I'm coming in because it's a goal of mine to get there before my supervisor. I have next week to practice since everyone is on vacation...we'll see how it goes.
Thankfully, after I finish with my writing this evening, I am going to start packing for my little weekend trip to San Diego. I haven't been down there in about a year, so I'm excited to visit my friend and have a relaxing weekend.
The main reason I'm so desperate for relaxation is the fact that I experienced my first earthquake Tuesday morning and have been ridiculously jumpy ever since. The earthquake was about 25 miles from where I work/live. Talk about being panicked and jelly-legged to the point where I'm walking around like a zombie telling everyone who's asking "I'm fine. Really....I'm fine." Such a liar and they knew it. I was pale-faced (even more so than normal) and utterly confused as to how everyone can get back to work after calling loved ones to make sure they were okay. It was like an extra 10-minute break to make your phone call than resume as normal.
Whaaaaaaaaat?
I had to sit down for 30 minutes after it happened all the while listening to all the earthquake stories. Oh and FYI: hearing "survivor" stories after one has experienced their first earthquake doesn't help my current situation. So thanks for trying to help. It also doesn't help to take the opportunity to tell me about "aftershocks" and saying things like "oh this was nothing, the BIG one will be soon, it won't stop". So wait. This wasn't considered big? The fact that it felt like I was running on a treadmill sideways towards a door, or trying to walk on a boat during a hurricane....this was nothing? Gah. It's 45 seconds of my life I'll never forget.
My company's offices are next to train tracks, so we are used to rumblings and loud horns blasting, but this earthquake has made me on edge every time a train passes. It also doesn't help that I live in a downstairs apartment under a pair of elephants that sound like they're coming through the ceiling at any moment. Could I be any more paranoid?
Well, Southern California you are on notice. I didn't want to do it, but you gave me no choice. First, I move to Sunny Southern California to find out it rains way more than y'all imply and second, no one decided to mention to this out-of-towner how to be prepared for an earthquake. You just roll (sorry for the bad pun) with the fact that they happen and seem to remember all the drills during the event. Isn't there a safety committee at work that can do a yearly/monthly drill for earthquakes so the non-native doesn't freak out or turn into a statue again? It's not too much to ask.
I better quit before I start getting antsy again and not sleep. I have a long drive tomorrow.
Happy dreams.
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