Sad sad day.

Weekend actually. This weekend I had another first. Sunday was the first time i became a victim to theft. Not petty theft, like when they say "please take one" and you take two instead. It was a major theft to me, even though they call it petty theft on the police report. I was at the beach and had my wallet stolen out of my backpack. My whole entire wallet....gone. It was my stupidity for leaving my backpack there, even more stupid of me for leaving my social security card in my wallet. Yes. my ss card. The thing i never carry with me except for that one time i needed it and then just left in in my wallet and kinda forgot about it. I had just watched Fight Club the night before, so when it happened, I was still in the mindset of Tyler Derdon. Whereas usually i probably would've freaked out, i just quietly said to myself...shit. And then Tyler settled into my brain and said, it's not the end of the world, they're just material things. I agreed with Tyler until i got back to my apt and realized what i had lost. What i had lost were things of no importance really. But they were important to me. Like my UCSD student ID. That was a little souvenir i took with me from UCSD. Now gone. Forever. I was planning on being a student for a couple more years. At the movies, that is. But so much for that now. And my Disneyland Passport from HS. Also gone. My drivers license with my picture on it from when i was 16...gone. My starbucks card...gone. I had a $5 gift certificate to Jamba Juice i never got to use....also gone. My insurance card, gone. Credit cards, gone. I know, petty little things. But it would just be nice to have them back. The things i can replace i don't really care about. Except for my ssn that is. I can get a replacement card, but not a new number. So if someone were to use my ssn, i can't do anything about it until theres proof. So basically, until they've charged up $50,000 or some ridiculous amount on my credit because they've stolen my identity. So in essence, my identity...gone. But i mean, the things i can't replace, like my student id and old drivers license picture....thats all gone forever. Sad day.
Not to mention i just had 200 really cute panda checks printed up that i never even got to use, because i had to close my account and get a new one.

All this for three measley dollars in my wallet. Three.

le sigh.

Hope you're having a better week than i am. My internet services should be up any day now, so i'll be back in no time.

Hooray i'm back! Hooray beer!

Ok, so i'm not really back. I'm just back at home for the weekend. More like for the day. I'm going to drive my cuz up to Bizerkeley tomorrow for his first year of college. Remember how exciting that first week was? We were all young and bright eyed and eager and excited. And then it all turned to shit. Haha, just kidding. It wasn't that bad. The majority of it was actually quite fun and exciting. Good times, good memories. I always tell people the story of how I met miss missy during freshman year....flashback sequence please!

So, i was in the cafeteria eating all alone like the nerd i am, and i see missy alone by herself too (but not quite as nerdy as me...). Being the daring freshman i was, i actually approached missy (more like accosted her, cornered her while she was eating so she didn't have a place to escape to) and began my plans to conquer the cafeteria. Turns out she knew Dave and Sean and lived near my hood! Coincidence #1. Then, one of my suitemates, Angel, was going to visit her friend from HS, so i went with her to the 9th floor, and invaded her friend Kristin's room. That was how I met miss mori. Ironically enough, Kristin and Missy were roommates. The whole situation was very keanu reeves...as in "whoa..."
And then on top of that (more like on top of me...hehe, ok, the floor above me) was miss staff and her wacky suite.

And i'm getting off topic. THe point is that I made such good friends (other than the girls mentioned above) and had such great times in school and with the people i've met through school that I highly recommend it. School that is. Yes. School has my Grade A stamp of approval. Yes.

Ok, i really don't know where that topic was going. So let's move on shall we?

So i blogged before i moved, but dammit, it didn't show up, so i posted it again. And since you didn't get to read my blog, you probably didn't get my order to update yours. So, i'll let it go this time people. And thanks to those who did update. I appreciate updates on your lives.

I gotta go for now, maybe i'll blog more later about my new place.

black eyed PEAS OUT


PS. HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHRISTINE!!!!!!!!!!

Hey Party People!

Hooray i'm moving! Hooray beer!

Got back earlier tonight from Deanna's wedding. Weddings are cool. Lots of people, lots of drinking, lots of dancing = lots of people drinking and dancing...etc etc. It was such a fun wedding! And interesting too, as it was a catholic wedding. (They get to eat crackers in church!) It'll be cool to see the different kinds of weddings people have as I begin to make my rounds in the wedding circuit. Kinda like Hugh Grant! Wait...i think i already blogged about Hugh...Well, ok, so I only know 2 other couples getting married within the next year. But who knows, there might be more.

Thank GOD (seriously) sara is not having a ceremony. I mean, she is, but i don't have to be a part of it. Having to walk down the aisle like Missy did with all those people watching....omg....I was so nervous for her, and i was only sitting in the pews! And then i was reminded that as a bridesmaid i might have to make a speech, as missy did. Maybe i can just steal hers, cause it was so good that it made even MY eyes a little watery. But i guess her speech woulnd't really apply to sara's situation. Dammit.

In other news, i'm moving! I've been packing stuff since I got back, and now i'm just taking a blog break. Have to wake up early tomorrow and pack more stuff...Packing sucks. Moving is good, but, it also means, no more blogging from me for a while. I know, I know, you're all crying out there in the internet world. Well, just suck it up. If you need to reach me call my cell, or email me, i'll try to check it when i can.

Ok, so i know this has been a sucky post, especially being the last one i'll do in a while, but i'm tired and i need to go to bed. I'll keep you guys posted on my ADVENTURES IN THE VALLEY.......when i can.

This is SH, signing out (for a couple days/weeks...but i'll be back, don't worry)

PS: Mike mike mike mike mike. You happy now mike? :-)
PPS: I expect all blogs to be updated by the time i get back. That's an order!

I saw my boy Milo today on the Teen Choice Awards. He's looking rather....well, like himself. I'm still bummed he's not coming back on the show. And it doesn't look like he's getting his own either...booooo.

No one has been blogging lately, whats up with that?

In other news, i want to be a beastie boy.

Hi all, I'd like you to meet a new member of my blog family, KEN!

No, not Peltan. (Although Peltan, if you do read this, I think you should start one too. C'mon...you know you want to.)
Let me introduce you guys to Ken Kau. All you girls out there, listen up. Ken is one of the nicest guys I know. He was my stand partner during the Muir Musical. This guy plays a mean violin. I had so much fun with him as my stand partner, though i probably wasn't the greatest influence on him. We would mess up together (not purposefully of course), laugh at stuff together, gossip together (although usually me doing the gossipping), and play the wrong notes together (again, not on purpose of course...). Ken is quite the gentlemen also, not to mention so incredibly cute. Yea, all the girls wanted him. And he was MY standpartner. Yea, who's jealous now? But now i am opening the gates to Ken, and letting you have a piece of his action. You're thinking, why would I (insert your name here) want a piece of the ken action? Just go here, and check out the picture. It's worth a click.

Congrats to Andrew and Sharon!!

They got engaged on Friday!!

It's starting. I'm actually starting to know people who are getting married. Yikes. Pretty soon I'll be like Hugh Grant in 4 weddings and a funeral, with a wedding to attend every weekend. Except...i'm not as pretty as he, and i don't have quite as many friends. And since i don't have THAT many friends, i guess i won't be attending THAT many weddings. So really, i won't be like Hugh Grant at all. Which is too bad, because he is sooo pretty. And funny too! I mean, have you seen his mugshot when he was caught with divine brown? It's hilarious!

I guess i can go on a whole schpiel about how much looking for an apartment sucks, but, that would not be so fun to read. And when you come to my blog, i want you to have a pleasurable time, yknow? I look out for you people. Really.
So i'll just redirect you to my archives down there. Just scroll down and it'll be to your left. Happy reading!

Over n out.

Ok...a day later, and I still can't get over it. How cute is he??
http://allstarz.org/~milo/pics/6.gif

Ah milo...our paths shall cross again. I know you live in Venice. When I used to work there, I would always hope that I would by some chance see you while driving in my car or something. But never did i think i would be a couple feet away from you. But alas, in my page uniform (dammit!). We shall meet again...I hope.

OMG! OMG! OMG!!!

I saw MILO today. Thats right. Milo Ventimiglia. (Please see blogs of May 20 and 21st.) There were no words to describe how excited I was. My tour group didn't even seem to notice. But oh i did. That's right. I think this special occasion calls for a letter, in case Milo reads my blogs. Yea, just like Ryan Secrest, these two don't seem to have much to do other than to read my blogs...

Dearest Milo,

Let me start of this letter off by saying that you have made my day. Perhaps year even. If someone asked me which one celebrity I would want to see or encounter, it would not be Tom Cruise, or Madonna, or Johnny Depp. It would be you! Ok, and Chris Martin too, but he is on a different level of celebrity. He is a rock star, and thus more accessible through concerts and such, where as you, my love, are elusive like those humpback whales in that commercial, making you a bigger celebrity than that of the Gwenyth-loving Martin.
I must apologize for our hasty encounter on New York street today. Yes, the page that was smiling and driving towards you with googly eyes in a blue cart of 8 was in fact me. And though the rest of my group was too busy watching the Gap models, I just want you to know that I did see you. In fact, I know you saw me too. Those page uniforms are not hard to miss. Especially when they're sitting in large electric carts coming towards you at 6 miles per hour. Our gaze held for a brief moment, but then I had to turn away to make sure the rest of my group was seeing what I was seeing. But alas, they were still watching the Gap models. That's when i turned back to you to give you a departing smile as i realized that maybe i should be watching where i drive because the rest of my group sure wasn't paying attention as they were still...watching the Gap models.
Please don't think me rude for not speaking to you. Had the circumstances been different, I would have approached you. If it weren't for the rule of "not pointing out celebrities in front of your tour groups," I would have stopped in front of you and made everyone watch you in wonder, as I did for those brief moments. Had i not been in my hideous uniform, i would have put on some game for you. But seeing how i have no game, to even try while in my uniform would've been sub par, and to be honest, quite embarrassing.....for the both of us. Thus I had to leave without a word...
Had I been alone in civilian clothing walking down New York street and ran into you, I would not go with my gut instinct to jump your bones. Instead, I would have cautiously approached you, introduced myself, and let you know how much I have enjoyed watching you on the show and how grief stricken i am that your character will not be coming back for the new season, but how elated i was when i heard talk of you having your own show. After discussing banalities, I would have invited you for a cup of coffee so that we may get to know each other on a more intimate level. Over coffee, we would've had heated discussions over movies, books, bands, and whether or not John Stamos should really be doing commercials for phone companies in order to revive his career. Had circumstances been different, we might even have become friends.
However, was it just me, or did you feel the connection too when our eyes met for that brief moment? I assume you were there for the WB promo shoot. But why were you on New York street the same time I was if the shoot was taking place in stage 14, far from where we had our encounter? Not only were you there, you were there in NY. Coincidence, or fate?

It is my hope that our paths may meet again in the future, and hopefully next time, i will be scantily clad. And you can just be Milo.

Sincerely,
From a Huge Fan,
ME


What do you think of the letter? Perhaps it needs to be edited just a bit before he receives it.

Thanks for making my day Milo!