being selfish
THE PAST TWO FANTABULOUS WEEKENDS (it's going to take me awhile to write all of this down)
11/4/05- METRIC SHOW! They were too good to be true. Oliver and I were so excited and screamed like little girls when we saw their tour bus. The Lovely Feathers (the band that opened for metric) were truly lovely. During the show, I met up with Alice, Greg, and Amy. We pushed and grappled anyone in our path to get to the very hot Emily Haines. It started to get a bit violent when the big boned girl behind me began to envelope me in her folds of lard. I nearly suffocated while her sweaty belly button consumed me. Post show, Oliver and I got into a nasty, four car accident. Before that, I nearly lost my finger trying to climb over the fence in my barely there white shorts. tip: don't wear a tube dress with white shorts when climbing a monstrous, pointy fence. To make up for my three near death experiences, I spotted Richard (or was it Mark?) and snapped an adorable little photo with him. lovely feathers/richard=stud+picture with me=shiver. WHAT A NIGHT!
11/5/05- FREE TICKETS TO KNOTTS! How I adore my persian best friend. Free pomegranates and a free pass to the berry farm. What more can a girl ask for? Kristal and I bonded over confessions of mutual hate for a certain mmhmmgirlcough. Courtney got hit on by an overly desperate college guy whose crew stalked us throughout the park. College guys are o-v-e-r-r-a-t-e-d. WHO CARES?? The night ended well with more chick talk=gossiping and pigging out on knotts' famous funnel cakes. O powdered sugar and fried flour, you make my tongue melt with happiness. *Drooling while reading may be a sign of hunger.
11/6/05- Grocery shopping with the little brother. With the mother being away for two weeks, it was time for me to turn on my maternal instincts. With a handful of coupons in one hand and potential bag lady purse in the other, we marched into the super market with open minds. Tortillas, alfredo sauce, and a bag of baby carrots graced our sacred shopping cart. We had many interesting dinners throughout the week. My dad wanted to treat us to Brazilian food that night so we went to an overly expensive slaughter house and proceeded to eat rabbits and alligators galore.
11/10/05- 1/2 day at school. Veronica and I traveled to the nearest AMC to meet up with the gangsta crew (elie/justin/okita/oliver) where we watched the most gangster movie in the history of the world. Fiddy, you'll always have a place in my heart. Afterward, Vernie came over and ate the delicious ham quesadillas I so generously made for her. We met up with Joyce and went to the football game where we reunited with the gangsta crew and others. I screamed "Let number 36 play!" throughout the game to no avail. They never put my brother in. The OC viewing was held at Farrah's house which of course meant stuffing my face with Lucky Charms and dried apricots. Afterward I met up with my best-friend-from-the-second-grade-who-abandoned-me-to-live-in-japan-with-his-dad-for-two-years, Kevin Monk and other buddy Sean. Cotton mouth and red eyes were the result of my very eventful Thursday.
11/11/05- FREE TICKETS TO DEATH CAB. This time I have to thank my soul sister, Kai. She loves me so much that she hooked me up with free tickets and a vip pass straight into the pit. Before the show, Farrah's parents dropped us off at Cyrus' apartment. We met his roommates and checked out his humble college abode. Then he promptly took us to USC, where he gave us a very detailed tour of his favorite places. Absolutely beautiful campus. Came back to the apartment so Cyrus could make us a gourmet meal of spicy, chicken quesadillas. It took us almost half an hour to drive to the Wiltern (normally it would have taken ten). A line of impatient fans wrapped around the whole entire building and Farrah and I ran barefoot searching for the end of it. Luckily Greg spotted me and saved us from running down the whole block. Stars...whoa. Dyke version of Emily Haines, you were pretty cool. Greg, Amy and I couldn't help but go gaga over how much she sounded like Emily. Kai went crazy over them and nearly chopped my arm off from gripping it so hard. Death cab was inevitably awesome and I got to see some of Cyrus' dance moves. After the show, we went back to his apartment. We heard obnoxious proclamations of "LET'S GET KRUNK!" and met the "weird French guy" before Cyrus took us to the roof and showed us the most gorgeous view of L.A.. I came back to Farrah's house only to find that I killed my engine by leaving the lights on. I was so bummed out I didn't have the heart to enjoy the soothing sounds of death cab on the way to my house. DEPRESSING.
11/12/05- Borrowed jump cables from Derek. Farrah's dad had to help me try to bring my poor car back to life but it stubbornly refused. Instead it barked strange alarms at us and we had to give up for the day. Earlier in the day, dad, brother, and I went to visit my mom. When she opened the door I struggled to keep back my gasp and tears. She was covered in antibacterial yellow/brown mush. My mom looked like a creature out of a sci-fi movie in her strange clothes and oddly normal sun hat. We congregated in the cozy patio to catch up. My mouth motored at a mile a minute. I'm not quite sure why. It was depressing to be there and even my mom confessed it. Although relaxing and beautiful, the reason why she was in Temecula killed the mood. The drive back from lush wine country wasn't as enjoyable as the ride there had been. Coming back to the empty house really made me miss my mom. Hopefully she'll be back by Thursday. (What is it with women and their incessant obsession with looking like they're eighteen? I mean, is it worth all the pain and money? I guess I'll find out when I'm older).
Farrah, in an attempt to cheer me up, suggested we go out. We ended up going to the ghetto dollar theater with queer Ebiner. I had a lot of fun watching The Brothers Grimm, hanging out eating Madelines, talking on the phone, and driving like a maniac in La Mirada/Buena Park. I was feeling insanely philosophical and even went as far as flirting with my emo side by questioning my mundane existence only to be interrupted by my lame brother banging on the wall to turn down my music.
11/13/05- My brother ate half of my breakfast. Installed the dsl onto my computer. I was having so many problems at first that I had to call tech support. This guy named Brandon (what a coincidence) picked up and we ended up having a long, meaningful conversation while he helped me fix my internet woes. I've fallen in love with a 20 year old guy from Virginia. Okay, I exaggerate, but he was really sweet. He lives with his grandparents and chose not to go to college and get a job instead so he could help pay for his grandpa's medical bills. His grandpa has cancer so going to college would have been detrimental to his grandparents' wallet. I admire his selfless-ness and his story was inspiring. He emailed me a mandatory tech support letter in which he stuck a few nice comments and a "thank you so much for being so nice" as the subject. gawrsh, I can hear his soft, innocent southern accent now. Nice people make my day.
Dad took me to an indian restaurant out all the way in the boonies (cerritos). One word - Interestingstrongflavorsinmymouth. I liked it. At home, he forced me to watch motorcycle movies/documentaries with him. He thinks he's such a badass now that he bought ANOTHER new bike. I have to admit though, he looks very becoming sitting on his neon green kawasaki zx6rr. My samarai dad is such a kid.
moral: alice is living proof that karma exists. Practice the golden rule because if you don't, life will come back to bite you in the ass. new movie of the week: (other than weatherman) torque.(EWAN MCGREGOR NARRATES IN "FASTER"!)
11/4/05- METRIC SHOW! They were too good to be true. Oliver and I were so excited and screamed like little girls when we saw their tour bus. The Lovely Feathers (the band that opened for metric) were truly lovely. During the show, I met up with Alice, Greg, and Amy. We pushed and grappled anyone in our path to get to the very hot Emily Haines. It started to get a bit violent when the big boned girl behind me began to envelope me in her folds of lard. I nearly suffocated while her sweaty belly button consumed me. Post show, Oliver and I got into a nasty, four car accident. Before that, I nearly lost my finger trying to climb over the fence in my barely there white shorts. tip: don't wear a tube dress with white shorts when climbing a monstrous, pointy fence. To make up for my three near death experiences, I spotted Richard (or was it Mark?) and snapped an adorable little photo with him. lovely feathers/richard=stud+picture with me=shiver. WHAT A NIGHT!
11/5/05- FREE TICKETS TO KNOTTS! How I adore my persian best friend. Free pomegranates and a free pass to the berry farm. What more can a girl ask for? Kristal and I bonded over confessions of mutual hate for a certain mmhmmgirlcough. Courtney got hit on by an overly desperate college guy whose crew stalked us throughout the park. College guys are o-v-e-r-r-a-t-e-d. WHO CARES?? The night ended well with more chick talk=gossiping and pigging out on knotts' famous funnel cakes. O powdered sugar and fried flour, you make my tongue melt with happiness. *Drooling while reading may be a sign of hunger.
11/6/05- Grocery shopping with the little brother. With the mother being away for two weeks, it was time for me to turn on my maternal instincts. With a handful of coupons in one hand and potential bag lady purse in the other, we marched into the super market with open minds. Tortillas, alfredo sauce, and a bag of baby carrots graced our sacred shopping cart. We had many interesting dinners throughout the week. My dad wanted to treat us to Brazilian food that night so we went to an overly expensive slaughter house and proceeded to eat rabbits and alligators galore.
11/10/05- 1/2 day at school. Veronica and I traveled to the nearest AMC to meet up with the gangsta crew (elie/justin/okita/oliver) where we watched the most gangster movie in the history of the world. Fiddy, you'll always have a place in my heart. Afterward, Vernie came over and ate the delicious ham quesadillas I so generously made for her. We met up with Joyce and went to the football game where we reunited with the gangsta crew and others. I screamed "Let number 36 play!" throughout the game to no avail. They never put my brother in. The OC viewing was held at Farrah's house which of course meant stuffing my face with Lucky Charms and dried apricots. Afterward I met up with my best-friend-from-the-second-grade-who-abandoned-me-to-live-in-japan-with-his-dad-for-two-years, Kevin Monk and other buddy Sean. Cotton mouth and red eyes were the result of my very eventful Thursday.
11/11/05- FREE TICKETS TO DEATH CAB. This time I have to thank my soul sister, Kai. She loves me so much that she hooked me up with free tickets and a vip pass straight into the pit. Before the show, Farrah's parents dropped us off at Cyrus' apartment. We met his roommates and checked out his humble college abode. Then he promptly took us to USC, where he gave us a very detailed tour of his favorite places. Absolutely beautiful campus. Came back to the apartment so Cyrus could make us a gourmet meal of spicy, chicken quesadillas. It took us almost half an hour to drive to the Wiltern (normally it would have taken ten). A line of impatient fans wrapped around the whole entire building and Farrah and I ran barefoot searching for the end of it. Luckily Greg spotted me and saved us from running down the whole block. Stars...whoa. Dyke version of Emily Haines, you were pretty cool. Greg, Amy and I couldn't help but go gaga over how much she sounded like Emily. Kai went crazy over them and nearly chopped my arm off from gripping it so hard. Death cab was inevitably awesome and I got to see some of Cyrus' dance moves. After the show, we went back to his apartment. We heard obnoxious proclamations of "LET'S GET KRUNK!" and met the "weird French guy" before Cyrus took us to the roof and showed us the most gorgeous view of L.A.. I came back to Farrah's house only to find that I killed my engine by leaving the lights on. I was so bummed out I didn't have the heart to enjoy the soothing sounds of death cab on the way to my house. DEPRESSING.
11/12/05- Borrowed jump cables from Derek. Farrah's dad had to help me try to bring my poor car back to life but it stubbornly refused. Instead it barked strange alarms at us and we had to give up for the day. Earlier in the day, dad, brother, and I went to visit my mom. When she opened the door I struggled to keep back my gasp and tears. She was covered in antibacterial yellow/brown mush. My mom looked like a creature out of a sci-fi movie in her strange clothes and oddly normal sun hat. We congregated in the cozy patio to catch up. My mouth motored at a mile a minute. I'm not quite sure why. It was depressing to be there and even my mom confessed it. Although relaxing and beautiful, the reason why she was in Temecula killed the mood. The drive back from lush wine country wasn't as enjoyable as the ride there had been. Coming back to the empty house really made me miss my mom. Hopefully she'll be back by Thursday. (What is it with women and their incessant obsession with looking like they're eighteen? I mean, is it worth all the pain and money? I guess I'll find out when I'm older).
Farrah, in an attempt to cheer me up, suggested we go out. We ended up going to the ghetto dollar theater with queer Ebiner. I had a lot of fun watching The Brothers Grimm, hanging out eating Madelines, talking on the phone, and driving like a maniac in La Mirada/Buena Park. I was feeling insanely philosophical and even went as far as flirting with my emo side by questioning my mundane existence only to be interrupted by my lame brother banging on the wall to turn down my music.
11/13/05- My brother ate half of my breakfast. Installed the dsl onto my computer. I was having so many problems at first that I had to call tech support. This guy named Brandon (what a coincidence) picked up and we ended up having a long, meaningful conversation while he helped me fix my internet woes. I've fallen in love with a 20 year old guy from Virginia. Okay, I exaggerate, but he was really sweet. He lives with his grandparents and chose not to go to college and get a job instead so he could help pay for his grandpa's medical bills. His grandpa has cancer so going to college would have been detrimental to his grandparents' wallet. I admire his selfless-ness and his story was inspiring. He emailed me a mandatory tech support letter in which he stuck a few nice comments and a "thank you so much for being so nice" as the subject. gawrsh, I can hear his soft, innocent southern accent now. Nice people make my day.
Dad took me to an indian restaurant out all the way in the boonies (cerritos). One word - Interestingstrongflavorsinmymouth. I liked it. At home, he forced me to watch motorcycle movies/documentaries with him. He thinks he's such a badass now that he bought ANOTHER new bike. I have to admit though, he looks very becoming sitting on his neon green kawasaki zx6rr. My samarai dad is such a kid.
moral: alice is living proof that karma exists. Practice the golden rule because if you don't, life will come back to bite you in the ass. new movie of the week: (other than weatherman) torque.(EWAN MCGREGOR NARRATES IN "FASTER"!)