Olds

Still no Internet for the weekend. ATT screwed me over. Let's hope I
get it next week. In the mean time, I've discovered posting blogs
from email. It's great. I've known about it, just never had to use
it...until now. Here's a pic I've been meaning to post from two weeks
ago. The new office. It's fantabulous.

WTF?

Yawn

Waiting for the italiano to come pick me up so we can go give blood. It always makes me a bit nervous. Best to do with someone.

A good friend of mine got laid off yesterday at my old place of employment. Layoffs are always a bit of a downer, but I'm excited for her. I feel as though there will be bigger and better things for her out in the world. I just know it.

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Ok, so I just got back from lunch and giving blood. Bandages on both arms! The lady was poking around for a vein and couldn't get it. As soon as she started talking I had an idea that would happen. She tried to do my other arm but I think got nervous and had someone else come do it. Later I talked to some coworkers and the same thing happened to them with the same lady. Yikes. Now I'll have a huge bruise on my arm.

Getting sleepy now...

Pepe la pee-u!

Skunks. There's a lot of them in atwater apparently. One night I came home and from the time i stopped my car to the time I got out, it smelled like skunk already. This morning, I was woken by the smell of pungent skunk at 6am. The smell really hits a nerve in my nose or something because...boy, it's bad. Makes me kind of nauseous. I thought it was so cute and charming that there was a local bar called Stinkys and there were fake skunks dressed up as lumber jacks and skunk families inside. Um...not so cute and charming anymore.

It's great not having any immediate neighbors. Really, it's fantastic. No heavy boot foot man upstairs with his tiny dog (which wasn't even allowed), no mariachi music on one side, no loud running or tv on the other side, no garage door opening and closing sounds below me. I'm sleeping so much better these days. I can't tell if its from the lack of noise or the new (well old but new to me) comfy mattress. But really, it's all fantastic.

However I do hear these weird noises at night. Not ones that bother me like the noises listed above, just ones that scare me. I think its the skunks and the squirrels and the possums out and about, and sure I'm bigger than them, I've got nothing to be afraid of. But this having no immediate neighbor makes me wonder who will ever hear me if I have to scream for help?

First of all, I can't really scream. I just...can't. Don't know how. The closest I get to screaming is this sort of pathetic yell. "Hey...hey you!" And even though the neighbors in the main house aren't exactly far away, they're really just not close enough to hear my pathetic yell, if I ever have to break it out. Let's just hope I won't ever have to.

Meh.

Ok, week 2 and I think the excitement is starting to wear off.  Was bound to happen eventually.  It's not quite home yet as everything is still so new.  Maybe once I'm able to put everything away I can start settling in.  But for now, it's just nice.

Man, not having the Internet at home really makes a difference.  I do browse during the day at work, but I really try to save correspondances and heavy browsing and whatnot for home, and I just feel like I haven't been able to get anything done, or keep up and be on top of things.  Just a few more days.

And man, I thought I was missing out without cable, turns out I was wrong.  There is just so much crap on all those channels!  Granted I don't have the premium channels like hbo, but really, I can probably wait til those shows come out dvd.  Ugh so disappointing.  For tv, but not for me.  This leaves me more time for things like...blogging.

Old apt update: my last day is end of the month.  On Saturday I called her to schedule a walkthrough and she said she'd have to talk to her supervisor to schedule something and would call me back.  Well, it's almost Thursday and she hasn't called.  Big surprise.  Sigh.

Nothing else exciting to report that I can really talk about.  I'm a snooze and a half. 

Phoning it in...

Quite the productive weekend I'd have to say.  Even got myself a massage!

A week later, the new place is still AWESOME.  Still working out a few kinks here and there but the landlord has been really nice and helpful.  Already have had several visitors, it seems as though I'm closer to more friends now.  Still trying to find a place for everything, and doing some cleaning and throwing out as well.  

Today I went through the college box, where I've saved my essays and notebooks from classes long ago.  Couldn't throw away my essays, though I did get rid of a few math notebooks.  I look back on them now and am amazed at the foreign language staring back at me, in numbers and equations.  I liked some math, but contrary to popular belief, just because I'm asian doesn't mean I was good at math.  I wasn't bad either, just not great.  Advance calculas senior yr kicked my ass.  Very hard.  And I can't even remember the classes in college.  But today I saw that I was able to work out amazing equations.  Really, they were amazing.  You should see the tests I saved.

The thing with throwing out stuff...it's just so hard.  You know you haven't touched this stuff in years so technically you don't really need it, but there's so much memory attached to everything.  And then the thought that maybe if you're famous someday, or have kids, or die before your time, someone will have use for this math test you got a B- on one quarter in college, which they totally don't.  I know you know what i mean S, you've been there.  So I still saved some notebooks from college, mostly of the film and music and history classes I took, to someday read through them again and refresh my education that I'm still trying to pay off.

Also there was a box of memories from the days of the HS bf.  We've both moved on long ago, but it was nice to reread what a sweet guy he was to me (nothing like the jerks in my old age, that's another post altogether).  Must find another HS bf.  Perhaps I'll patrol the local school perimeters this week?

Watched a bit of the Haiti telethon on Friday.  For some reason I was looking forward to it, thinking celebrities and musicians would make a great program for a few hours while doing some good.  Boy was I wrong.  It was nicely done, some great performances (love that JT) but it was so depressing at the same time.  

Hopefully I'll be back in action once I get my Internet back this week.  Until then, tootaloo!  

Done!!

Well, not quite.  But at least all the stuff is moved in now.  Just have to figure out where things go.  

Had an anxiety filled morning/afternoon as the rain just kept coming down harder and harder.  The movers decided to take lunch hoping the rain would lighten up.  Thankfully, it did.  Though not as much as I would've liked.  A few wet boxes and very messy floors.  I haven't plugged all the electronics in just yet, I think I'll let them dry out for a bit, just in case.  Of course, right when the movers finished is when the rain decided to stop completely, and the sun came out.  Of.  Course.

Focusing in the positive stuff: I'm really loving this place so far.  The heat's not working so it's a bit cold, but I've got Harry the big spider in the bathroom to keep me company.  (Someone tell him he's Got to Go.) I think once I fully unpack it'll be quite lovely here.  Oh and just before I came to bed I decided to go through all my channels: discovery, history, CNN, it's all there!  Basic cable, wow.  How exciting.  Oh and the FOOD network!!!!  Yes friends, I'm going to like it here.

Outtie

It's a little weird that I can hear my upstairs neighbor peeing while I'm trying to drift off to sleep.. And then not flushing or washing hands.  Like the sound of him peeing pulled me out of whatever rem cycle i was about to head into.  Oh I can't wait to be out of here.  I hope it goes ok in the morning.  The rain doesn't want to stop.  Now all my stuff will get wet and dirty from the rain.  I'm also a bit worried about the new place, as no one has lived in it before, it may not be entirely rainproof.  I'm just thinking about leaving my new place to go to work and coming home to see my computer in a flood.  That's scary.
Ever since the burglary I haven't been able to stay out at night without being a little worried about coming home to SOMETHING.  For the past few days it's been thoughts that maybe the manager would retaliate against me being such a pain in her ass somehow while I was gone.  I wonder if I'll keep having these thoughts in the new place, thoughts about something going wrong while I'm gone.  I hope they go away.

Ho famé

It's the only thing I successfully retained from italian classes. Sad, but true. I used to be able to write paragraphs and sentences, but now, ho famé is the only thing left. Fortunately it is the most important.

My mom texted me last night to ask me if I was already sleeping and if not to call her. I promptly called her, welcoming her to the texting world. She replied that it's nothing new, she's been texting my brother for a while now. Years it sounded like. I am so behind on the times.

I'm avoiding packing the kitchen, because every time I look at it I'm reminded of all the glass to pack up. It's suppose to rain on monday, I'm kind of worried about that. If only the rain will wait until 2pm. Please rain, will you do that for me? Then you can rain as much as you want for the rest of the week. Oh wait, you're already going to be here ALL week. Just hold off til late Monday afternoon will ya?

I did manage to move into the new office at work, and it is fantastic. Aside from the weird awkwardness with D, it's been mostly excitement. Also I don't have to edit with headphones anymore. Headbands, welcome back to my life! Actually, you were never in my life much. Um...but maybe now you will be.

In the morning I will tackle 60+ cupcakes for S's big bash. I hope I win. And not the cupcakes. Cupcakes, packing, maybe taking down the curtains, party, sleep, MOVE! That's my next 48 hour outlook.

Immensities

In dealing with my own personal dramas yesterday, I missed out on the news of the world. I heard a bit here and there about the earthquake but did not realize the seriousness and the immensity of it all. Today I read all the updates on CNN and it made me want to cry. So many people, gone within minutes. And then you hear about all the people that are heading over and volunteering not only money but their time out of their lives to help these people, it just makes you think how amazing human beings are. When disaster strikes, people are so quick to want to help.

So why doesn't she want to help me? Why is she giving me such a hard time??? I just don't get it. I really don't. It's her building, why doesn't she want to see the footage herself?

Sigh. I guess I'll just have to extend my abilities to help others, and hope that it somehow comes back to me, through her. Not that I want anything from anyone else. Just her.

And yes, I know that's all very selfish despite all the other things that are going on in the world. I can't help it. She's made things very hard.

Sold the bed and slept on the blow up mattress last night, that was a bit tough to get used to, but woke up this morning feeling pretty ok. I am surprised at how well I am doing with this whole moving thing, and how quickly and efficiently I'm packing. Still waiting for the weekend to pack up the bulk of the stuff, but I think I'm ahead of my own game. It's funny how last time I moved I was so stressed over everything and had such a hard time, but this time I'm packing early and getting rid of stuff. Probably because I can't wait to get out of here. It's really too bad that I'm leaving on such a bad note, I've had some good times here.


See ya hollywood, don't ever want to be ya.

Say cheese!

Oh my gosh.

I've almost finished a whole entire box of mac n cheese by myself. By the time i finish this post, it will probably be gone. Damn you little yellow spiral noodles...damn you.

I'm trying to eat all my food in my pantry and fridge this week before I move. Ok, not ALL, but trying to finish up stuff rather than eating out.

I've decided that MLK day will be moving day. Still lots to do before then, but I think i did pretty good this weekend as I'm looking around at the piles.

Uh, so awkward moment at work today.

In the morning I discussed with boss man about me moving into the new office. Once we came to an agreement, he had said he would make an announcement about it (to the other two in the room). He didn't come in all day. By late afternoon, I was thinking that I'd have to tell D that I was moving out and into my own office myself...and soon. But got busy with work. Then S came in at the end of the day to say goodbye, and says, "oh hey heard you're moving into your new office!" I think by the surprised look on my face, and D's face, he realized he shouldn't have said anything. So D was totally surprised and caught off guard, and seemed a bit bummed that I get to move and he doesn't. And I mumbled something or the other. I don't know how S knew, maybe because my new office will be next to his, so word got around. And then later a tech guy came in and also said in front of everyone "oh so you're moving into your own office." But tech guy knew because there's been these emails going around to the tech guys about moving me. But D doesn't know that. So now it seems like I'm just telling everyone about this new office except for him. Sigh. Minor I guess. By Thursday I'll have my own office and by Monday I'll have a new apartment!!

It's OLDK!!

Don't think I mentioned this earlier, but the landlord was very eager to tell me about the 120 free cable channels I'll be getting. I tried to feign some excitement but...I kind of like not having access to cable. ABC, NBC, FOX, CW, and the occasional KCAL for People's Court has been all I really needed. More than enough to keep me busy. Plus I have about 100 years of movies to catch up on. Who has time for cable? It'll be nice I guess, I can maybe finally catch up on some antique's roadshow, and 100 other random shows.

Speaking of movies, I finished Play It Again Sam this weekend. It's hilarious. I know a lot of people aren't fans of Woody Allen, but if I was an older...jewish...man, I think I'd be the characters in his films. The really funny scenes of him dating different women aren't that far from real life...my life. Or maybe I find it funny only because I can relate? Oh. That seems kinda sad.

Oy...that mac and cheese is really expanding in my stomach right now. Guess I couldn't finish it all. But I was pretty dang close. Close enough to maybe keep working on it...

CYA. Nom nom nom.

Booooo

Uh oh, a cough.

So I want to rant about awful january movies. Especially those directed towards women.

First up: Leap Year. Type A tight ass meets good looking irish lad in foreign land and together they explore the land and discover their love for each other. Really Amy Adams, really? This is the direction you want to take your careers? And the story...going to ireland to propose to your fiancee? Really writers? Really? I keep seeing commercials for this movie, and I always get that song "Just say yes" in my head. Let's be a little less obvious with music choices, music supervisor, yes? Sigh. As dumb as this looks....it was shot in Ireland...I might have to watch this for research...you know, for travel purposes. But I'm not going to like it!

Next up: When in Rome. Just looks awful. I can't go on.

I know that January is always a bleak time for movies, but really, it doesn't even seem like they're trying anymore if this is what we have to look forward to.

Oh geez. And russell crow is going to play Robin Hood this summer. There is only ONE robin hood, and that is this sexy beast:

OCD

I think my neighbor has it.

Every morning, when she goes to work, I hear the door slam. And the running, but y'all know about that. So the door slams, and I'll hear all this shaking about. Sounds kind of like her keys jiggling in the door lock. Not that weird. But 8 times in succession? Kind of weird right?

Jiggle jiggle. Jiggle jiggle. Jiggle jiggle. Jiggle jiggle. Jiggle jiggle. Jiggle jiggle. Jiggle jiggle. Jiggle jiggle.

I've taken to counting it. It's 8 every time. Now I'm not sure if that's actually what she is doing, I can only hear it, I've never seen it in person. But I'm pretty sure that's what it is.

DONE!

Friends. Readers.

Today I received keys to the new place. And....cue trumpets and confetti...

I am now going to be a resident of Atwater! Exciting! Crowd cheers. More trumpets.

I took another look at the place today and as he was showing me around and how to use things, I got more and more excited. It's going to be great. Afterwards I drove around to check out the new neighborhood, and I love it already. Little shops and restaurants everywhere. Corporate coffee or indy coffee for me to choose from. Two really great bars so that I can walk home if I ever get TOO intoxicated, right. COSTCO!! Farmers market on the weekends in the el torito parking lot. Oh and also...Pho! I'll be fat and happy by the end of the month. Unless I decide to go running in the neighborhood, which I can totally do now without hacking on smog and tripping on uneven sidewalks.

Oh! A moment of silence for my shiny red bike, we were going to have such fun at the park now that I'm closer to the park. Maybe I'll get a replacement, but it'll never be anything like my first new bike. Wherever you are tonight, I hope you are being used to your potential, and not hacked up and sold as parts somewhere...strewn across Los Angeles.

Thank you.

Landlord says I can paint and make it comfortable. I'll have a new bed to sleep on. Overall it will be great. And I'm finally excited.

As I was driving home I decided to go down hollywood blvd since I never take that street. It's amazing how much it's changed, even in the time that I've been here. S, I saw the sign for your church, has that always been there? It looks great! Old stores, swanky restaurants, run down restaurants, hooker boots stores, theaters, hotels and lofts, Scientology, there's a lot going on there. One of these days I'll have to be a tourist and walk down that street and see everything on foot. Who's with me? Crickets.

I'm doing well with the packing. Tomorrow I tackle the kitchen.

It's on like donkey kong

I've been saying that alot. Pumping myself up for things. I want things to be on. But if they're on like donkey kong, well heck....game over!

Tomorrow I go sign the papers and hand over the deposit and whatnot. I'm kind of nervous. What if I show up and I don't like it as much anymore? It is a smaller place, what if I start feeling all cramped and stuck? What ifs what ifs. I guess I will just have to see.

This thing happened today that was kind of neat. I left work early cause I wasn't feeling well. When I get home I see this email from boss man, probably cause he couldn't find me. There's been three of us crammed into one office (one of which has been really sick these past two days, hacking, sniffling, nose blowing...and he would not go home!! I think the germs floated over to my side...) and we've complained about how hard it is to work with three, especially when others have to come in. Anyway, so I get an email from boss man that said we're getting another office, and since I'm senior editor in residence, I get to pick if I want to stay or move into the new bay. Um, excuse me, senior editor? I was not aware that I was. I'm not even sure when this happened, or if it legitimately happened. But I get to pick!! Awesome.

I just feel like I've climbed over a mountain, since when I first started, I felt like I had to fight for a seat to get into the boys club or to get any legitimacy or attention. But I proved myself by working hard and showing them what I'm capable of and suddenly I'm a senior without even knowing it.

The question now is, should I stay or should I go? The obvious choice would appear to be to move into my own office. But then D and the freelancer would be in the other office together, and I'd feel left out of the team. If there's a boys club anywhere, I always want in. Or at least close enough where I can hear about what's going on. I'd be way isolated and may miss out on key discussions that I may want to be in on if I were in my own office. I just hate missing out on things. Also, D may be bitter if he saw that I got my own office and he didn't. I don't think anyone is really aware that I'm a senior, they just see me as the go to gal.

Oh decisions decisions.

I got a chance to go to the cupcakery today, and what a great little place. They even had special packaging for my cupcake so that the frosting wouldn't get smooshed in the bag. How thoughtful. I thought it was a great idea, but I also felt guilty as it was kind of a waste of packaging for one cupcake. Cupcake paper, cupcake protector ring + holder, wax coated paper bag. For one cupcake! That I ate within 5 minutes of getting packaged. I didn't realize there was a cupcake protector ring + holder until I got home and opened the bag. If I had known, I would've walked around the block a couple of times, just to make sure I was getting the most use out of it. I had half of it earlier. I think I'll go work on the other half now. But for now, drool...

PSA

Was going to post as a comment for A, but thought I'd do a public service annoucement and tell all my readers about GrooveShark.

You can search for practically any song you want, and make a play list out of your favorites. This would be great for a party or weddings where your friends can request songs and all you have to do is add it to the playlist. No more djs! If you want to download a song they'll take you to itunes or something, but if you just want to listen some great tunes from your computer, you can do it for free! Hoorah!

So now you should all be able to check out Jason Mraz songs at your leisure. There's songs on there of his that I don't even have! Plus the acoustic versions too.

This has been a public service announcement, brought to you by me.

Need a punching bag.

That last post was just another exasperated comment directed at my apt manager. She gave me the cd of the surveillance footage tonight and said a bunch of things. One of which i think i caught was "we had to reset it" meaning everything was deleted, but they got the cd out. So I take it back to my apt and put it in the computer and guess what, it doesn't work. Big surprise.

I'll admit, I'm very annoyed. But I think I can't really do much now except just face the fact that I'll never get this footage, the detective is never going to call me back, I'll never get my stuff back. Would this be considered giving up? I don't want to be a quitter. Thing is, when do you fight for things and when do you know that it's time to move on? In this burglary and life in general? Thoughts people?

I need to focus on more positive things:

Things for the apartment are on the up and up.

Had a nice dinner with T tonight who I realized is another great gf to have. I know I said no more gfs, but I met her before the cutoff, so it's cool. I also made the mistake of visiting her new place, which was so huge it made my soon to be place look like a shed. That's ok though, it'll be what they call "cozy" and "quaint."

Also remembered to return my library book today, lucky for me the place we planned to meet was right across the street from the library. And A, I picked up the Antarctic book. I think I saw you on p. 85, in a tuxedo? Yea, thought so. Also picked up a few cookbooks. Y'know, for all that cooking I'm not going to do. The great thing about this library is that it's new, and so are most of the books. It's like shopping at the bookstore practically. The downside to this library...very small selection.

The place for dinner was better than I expected and we had great conversation and catch up time.

But the best part of everything is that I'm trying to wrangle myself into an interview with J. Macavoy tomorrow. The interview is for work, the me being there is for my pleasure. We've interviewed a few interesting people in the past but none as great as JM. I have many lovers. He is one of them. I just hope that Ben lets me come along, and that I don't embarrass him too much. I hope I can restrain myself around him. Hm...what does one wear to meet mr macavoy????

SERIOUSLY?????

This makes me happy.

No! Sleep! Til Brooklynnnnnnnn!

I've been laying in bed for an hour now and I still can't fall asleep.  Too many things to think sbout, including whether or not I should get out of bed for a snack since my stomach seems to be yelling for one.

I forgot to bring my library book to return at the library today.  Note to self to renew book again.  

Trying to divert my attention to productive thinking rather than useless thinking since I'm up.  Productive thinking like my goals for the new year.  S and I have to trade 5 things we want to accomplish this year with some sort of reward at the end of this year.  She's so on top of it, I've still yet to make my list.

When she took me out to dinner last week, this couple ended up sitting right next to us.  Very pretty young couple who had just gotten engaged.  It took me a while to register what he said, as I was lost deep inside his charming Russell Brand accent.  And then their giddiness for the rest of the night made me not so hungry anymore.  Seriously he called the waitress over to tell her how perfect the mashed potatoes were.  They were kissing every ten minutes.  And the two of them were just so so pretty and happy.  Her-blonde all american.  Him: blonde british lad with surfer dude tendencies.  I wanted to turn to them, flip over their table and say, Really?  Are you two for real?  They were for real alright.  Oh the days of being young and in love.

Ok see this is the useless type of thinking I shouldn't be doing.  But it is starting to make me sleepy...

    

Running out of thoughtful titles.

Tonight I came home to a police car on the corner with flashing lights on. And then my head turned to the other corner and I slowly read the word "CORONER" on a van. To which I unconsciously said outloud, "WTF!" And felt better about moving.

Speaking of which...the move is now more underway than it was when I last blogged. I gave my 30 day notice. I have an appointment to sign papers saturday. There is just one more issue of business to take care of which I hope I can get done before work tomorrow. Until then it is still an annoying lingering thought on my mind. But tonight I believe it is safe for me to pack just one box.

I hope S doesn't mind this part, but she is turning 30 in less than 2 weeks, and is having a most kick ass party ever. Blues band, DJ, awesome 50s dresses, donations to send kids in africa to school, singing, dancing. You can't beat that. I can't beat that. See, non competitive me. I'm now in search of a great 50s dress...hopefully authentic.

I always somehow seem to catch a few episodes of The Biggest Loser every season. I think I heard that it is the longest running reality show thus far. I don't say this about many reality shows (or any, for that matter) but it is actually a great show. It's so inspiring and lifting of the spirits. You see these people who are huge, who are so down on themselves lose double digit pounds every week and you really see them transform in front of your eyes. It makes me think that if they can do THAT, I can at least...I dunno, do a few days at the gym. If they can do THAT, they can do anything, and...and so can I. It's really an inspiring show. Except at the last finale, there were these two women that lost SOOOO much weight, that I didn't think they looked good anymore. They were both beautiful people even when they were big, and as they lost the weight they looked better and better. But when they came back for the finale...they did not look right. They looked sunken in, as though they OVER did it. They just didn't look like themselves anymore. The winner didn't look like his old self anymore, he looked great, he looked happy healthy and superfit. Anyway, just a good show.

Jersey Shore? That's a different story. I won't even touch that one.



Peas.

Commotion

It's in action.

I'm putting into action all the things I need to do to move. Have not signed anything yet but things are in motion. It's making me a nervous nelly. I don't know why. Maybe because I don't like change. It might be good change though. We'll see.

I'm pretty sure I'll get this place, the real question is whether I'll like it there or not. I'm downsizing a bit from the current place, though the rent didn't follow the downsize. Hopefully I can make it homey, though I have been told on several occasions that I'm missing a woman's touch. Sigh.

I rest my case!

Ok ok ok. This just in:

HS lauren just got back from paris where she lost her camera but gained...what else? An engagement ring!!!

Coworker dave just got back from his honeymoon in paris.

Apparently Paris and Hawaii around the holidays is where the magic happens.

I rest my case.

Da da da.

Jet blue wants me to celebrate 2010 by taking an exciting trip somewhere. I want to heed jet blue's orders but then realized that i may be spending a lot on moving expenses in the coming months. What a bummer. $100 to NYC!

Just read today that this restaurant called Comme Ca has these monday night chicken specials where you get a whole roasted chicken for 2 that can actually feed several people. You enjoy the chicken in the restaurant, and whatever you don't finish they pack up for you, along with a container of chopped carrots, onions, and celery, and a recipe for chicken stock to take home! What a great idea! I wish more restaurants did things like this. I'd love to know what kinds of dazzling meals I can make from my leftovers, wouldn't you?



Haven't played my violin in a while, I miss it. Maybe I'll break it out this weekend.

Had on an excellent outfit today to start off the week. Two pieces that I've never worn together and never really thought of wearing together until recently. And they fit so well together! I had to give myself a pat on the back. Forget the week, it was a great outfit to start off the year!

I'm currently staring at a penguin in a jar wishing me a merry christmas as I ponder on what other sorts of useless banterings to blog about. I do love penguins. Just not the penguin movie for some reason. Thanks S!

Other S and hubs hugged me the other day and said I smelled like me. Whew. Thank goodness I didn't just...smell. But that led me to wonder, what do I smell like? I certainly can't smell myself. Nor do I smell like roses or strawberries. The closest thing I can think of is the dove soap I use. I also didn't know I had a smell until the brit mentioned that I had one. I wonder if your own scent is something you can bottle up and spray on someone else. They can do wonders with scents these days. It's all so scientific.

Think I'm going to head to the library tomorrow during lunch. Anyone have any good book recommendations? Please send them my way before lunch time, thanks.

To move, or not to move?

Was suppose to be asleep hours ago but here I am, pondering if I should move or not.  Moving for me is such a big deal.  Saw a nice place with a good price today.  It's a bit smaller than I'd like, but it's a freestanding unit behind a house.  Which means no annoying neighbors.  Ugh, I can go on and on about the pros and cons of moving right now, but I won't bore you with such details (shall I?).  I just can't make up my mind.

Plus I've suddenly got this zit on the side of my nose and whenever I rub or scratch my nose, I'm reminded that I have a big zit on my nose.

The thing with living in la is that you have to take distances to things in consideration.  I was thinking how if I lived in NYC I wouldn't have this problem, I'd just hop on a subway.  Maybe someday.

Chatted w a friend of mine who is going with his gf to Paris in February.  How jaloux am I.  And they are going by themselves.  No friends.  You know what that means.  How much you want to bet that mr who comes back engaged.  Engaged!  Can you believe it S?  Ok ok, it's all assumption on my part for now.  But let me just wager a little, yea?

I can't help but feel behind.  This is what they were talking about.  All your friends start doing it and suddenly, it doesn't sound so bad anymore.  The house, the long term relationship, the engagements in France.  Caesar was telling me how great it is when you're singal.  "you party like crazy". Thing is, I'm not partying like crazy, I'm partying like doilies and tea parties.  Suddenly mr who is ahead of me and I can't help but feel behind.  

But I'm so happy for him, I truly am.  I'm actually quite proud of him, though I'm not sure I have the authority to feel so.  I feel like he's come such a long way since we've met.  That was such a long time ago.  

I wonder if eventually, everyone just succumbs to society and peer pressure.  That is, if the love thing doesn't come along and get in the way.  I wonder if I will?  Succumb to pressure that is.  Charlotte did, and look at her.  She's got her own sitting parlor where mr Collins will not bother her.  And she gets to dine with lady Catherine every once in a while.  And she was two years younger than I am. And...I don't know where I'm going with this.

So in conclusion, I need a vacation, stat.  Maybe it's time for my walkabout?            

New Year, New Banter.

Got back to the apt from another few days away. This time it was how I left it. I've been dreading putting my hand on the door all weekend, and I finally did it today and it was locked. And no one had broken in. And so a sigh of relief. Somewhat.

Made myself some brown rice porridge tonight, it tasted exactly how I wanted it to taste. It's not anything I can ever feed anyone with, it's pretty plain jane, but it is so comforting to me. Must be a childhood thing.

I'm about to write my rent check for the month of January. Ugh. I don't want to do it. I don't want to hand over any more money to that lady. But, here I go.

Last week I discovered that the LA Central library was closer to work than I had thought. Coworker B and I went to get food and I realized it was right across the street from these places that we go to get lunch, to my delight. OMG, did you know there are art galleries there? Could've spent hours there. They had an excellent music and dvd library as well. Guess who'll be going to the library more this year?

Not looking forward to going back to work tomorrow. Could use another day or so cleaning the apartment. Doing new years stuff. Organizing, what not. But seeing how I'm so very lucky to still have a job to go to, off I will go.

Oh! Cupcakery across the street seems to have opened up over the weekend. Guess who'll be going there soon!

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Wuthering Heights any good?

Just got home from my first night of babysitting...ever. It's amazing that I've never babysat alone, especially after all those Babysitters Club books during my tween years. Motherhood is tough. S, I don't know how you do it. I don't know if I'll ever be able to do it full time.

I want to create a drink and name it "Great Expectation". Not quite sure what ingredients it will have yet, but it will be fantastic. Maybe a little bit of something unexpected.

"She'll have a sex in the beach, I'll have a great expectation."

It would go something like that. Imagine the first sip, or better yet: the anticipation of the first sip of such a beverage.

Just saw a commercial for something called Hollywood cookie diet. Santa opened his robe and revealed his six pack. That's some diet. Would probably go great with a Great Expectation.

Speaking of Great Expectations...recently ran across these Penguin Classics designed by Coralie Bickford-Smith.



Aren't they gorgeous? Well they were when I saw them at the book store. Cloth covered designs. They felt so good in my hands. And make me so excited. I know they're geared towards females just like me, and, I'm falling for their ploys,dammit. Unfortunately though, the one that I really want to get, the one that most girls like me would want to get, the most popular title (in my opinion) does not have the most beautiful cover.



Right? I mean it's alright. But I sort of wished it had the Jane Eyre cover or Wuthering Heights...but nevertheless...I will probably buy this book just for the cover, because I really need my own copy so I can read it over and over. And I will love it...you guessed it...I will love it most ardently.

I think Sense and Sensibility is the prittiest of them all, and after that, Jane Eyre, but I didn't find those books worth rereading year after year.





So I might just get Wuthering Heights because I think it is the next most pritty of them all, and have never read it yet.



Anyone able to give me a review on Wuthering Heights and whether it is worth multiple reads?