Double-U Tee Efff!!!
Late November already?!
That means only a few more days and I’ll be freakin’ twenty-five! Only five years away from thirty! Twenty-five is like the landmark age, you know, the point in your life when you really should start saying goodbye to youth and carelessness and start making preparations for the coming of that dreaded big 3-0. But what’s there to dread? Aging? Yeah right! I just got carded at a movie theater last, last Friday and I’ve been passed the legal age since eight years ago. Sagging boobs and weight gain, I’ll worry about those when I get there.
Anyways, it’s been over a year since I’ve moved from Riverside. The past few months have been hella busy. My company’s CEO has just launched a new company, so things have been shifting crazily around the workplace. I‘ve moved out of Mission Viejo into Lake Forest and started school again. I did take some time off on Labor Day weekend for a short trip up Nor-Cal. Hehehehehe. Haven’t been there in fourteen years ago. San Mateo was quaint and pretty. San Jose was no different from Riverside. San Francisco was not as so awe-inspiring as it was when I first visited it as a ten-year old fobby immigrant. I don’t remember too many details of the trip. I remember gorging crazily at the all-you-can eat Shabu in San Francisco, restaurant-hopping and clubbing at San Jose, my futile attempts to “rescue” a friend who had drunkenly wandered off alone outside of a restaurant in the middle of the night to rant and rave on her cell while in the company of a disgruntled-looking homeless man. Yah that was fun. (I did manage to drag her back inside, but before accidentally slamming her head against the door. It’s ok, she doesn’t remember a thing.) Then there was the Asian Art Center, the so-called wine festival where we consumed more fried foods than wine. I remember nervously driving a car full of drunken people from San Jose to San Mateo, stopping by the scary area of Palo Alto for defecating purposes (a yakking and a number one). Heh, fun times indeed…
Oh yeah, and we stopped by the aquarium at Monterey Bay on the way home, just in time to learn about what happened to the Crocodile Hunter. Ugh, and there were stingrays all over the place too. Ooooh and giant tunas too! About the size of me! I could just stare at those suckers for hours! I could still feel my yearning for sushi…
As for the next few days, there will potlucks, eating, Thanksgiving and birthday to attend to. Mike and I will also be celebrating our eight years of doom for the next month or so.
Yay.
That means only a few more days and I’ll be freakin’ twenty-five! Only five years away from thirty! Twenty-five is like the landmark age, you know, the point in your life when you really should start saying goodbye to youth and carelessness and start making preparations for the coming of that dreaded big 3-0. But what’s there to dread? Aging? Yeah right! I just got carded at a movie theater last, last Friday and I’ve been passed the legal age since eight years ago. Sagging boobs and weight gain, I’ll worry about those when I get there.
Anyways, it’s been over a year since I’ve moved from Riverside. The past few months have been hella busy. My company’s CEO has just launched a new company, so things have been shifting crazily around the workplace. I‘ve moved out of Mission Viejo into Lake Forest and started school again. I did take some time off on Labor Day weekend for a short trip up Nor-Cal. Hehehehehe. Haven’t been there in fourteen years ago. San Mateo was quaint and pretty. San Jose was no different from Riverside. San Francisco was not as so awe-inspiring as it was when I first visited it as a ten-year old fobby immigrant. I don’t remember too many details of the trip. I remember gorging crazily at the all-you-can eat Shabu in San Francisco, restaurant-hopping and clubbing at San Jose, my futile attempts to “rescue” a friend who had drunkenly wandered off alone outside of a restaurant in the middle of the night to rant and rave on her cell while in the company of a disgruntled-looking homeless man. Yah that was fun. (I did manage to drag her back inside, but before accidentally slamming her head against the door. It’s ok, she doesn’t remember a thing.) Then there was the Asian Art Center, the so-called wine festival where we consumed more fried foods than wine. I remember nervously driving a car full of drunken people from San Jose to San Mateo, stopping by the scary area of Palo Alto for defecating purposes (a yakking and a number one). Heh, fun times indeed…
Oh yeah, and we stopped by the aquarium at Monterey Bay on the way home, just in time to learn about what happened to the Crocodile Hunter. Ugh, and there were stingrays all over the place too. Ooooh and giant tunas too! About the size of me! I could just stare at those suckers for hours! I could still feel my yearning for sushi…
As for the next few days, there will potlucks, eating, Thanksgiving and birthday to attend to. Mike and I will also be celebrating our eight years of doom for the next month or so.
Yay.