Why, Christina, why?

Christina got implants. Why she decided to do so I'm not sure. She was large and in charge already without them. Now they just jiggle and wiggle and pop out of places they shouldn't. What was she thinking??

Ozwald Boateng!

That's the gorgeous man's name. It came to me in my sleep...Isn't that a great name? Too bad he only does men's fashion..

It's late and I must get up early tomorrow (yes, even on Saturday), but it's too hot to sleep. Damn Burbank and it's heat. Damn valley.

However, I do have a couple things I'd like to talk about.

1. The Lake House. Came out today. And yes, I'm sure we've all wondered how Sandra and Keanu can keep a relationship when they're living two years apart. (I mean, other than calling each other up on the tele/mobile phone once they do find out they're two years apart...but hey, I'm no scriptwriter. What do I know, I just blog.) I have enough of a hard time keeping up with people on the other side of the hill, let alone two whole years! The mystery of it all kept me interested, but hearing all the reviews today tells me it's a waste of time. (Yes, Keanu alone should've told me it was a waste of time. But c'mon! Two years! How do they do it? Actually, it's a magic mailbox. That's right. A magic mailbox.) However, after hearing all the reviews, I'm really interested in the original Korean version now...

2. The Standard is a sham. Full of pretty people and cute boys and big boobs by the pool, but really, the hotel itself is just...well...standard.

3. Sometimes I really do long for cable. Today I watched the end of an episode of Queer Eye. I also saw commercials for The Simple Life. Yes, it's scripted reality, but Nicole is so funny sometimes. Someone tell me this: how are they doing a show together when they publicly declared their breakup long ago? Faux friendship for money? Perhaps, but that just seems so....oh right...Hollywood. Oh oh! And then I saw a commercial for a new show starring this man with such a great name that I can't remember right now. Doing a reality show on, of all things, high fashion! He was such a gorgeous man too, I can't believe I can't remember his name...Anyways. Sometimes I miss cable.

4. Birthdays are popping up everywhere. Seems like there's tons of June birthdays!

5. Goodnight.

How the HECK! did Garfield get a second movie? How???

I just tried to upload a bunch of pictures, and then ended up deleting all of them. Lately I've had an influx of pictures I've been wanting to share, with the new baby, my NYC pictures, Mr. A's b/w NYC pics, Moon in new cute poses, the list goes on. But then at the last minute thought against it. I made up my mind long ago to make this a picture free site, so that's how it will stay.

I need to start making my own website so I can post all these pictures up.


Nothing else new to report. Picked up some more books this weekend, have fresh material to keep me company. Also tried to venture out into the world today with Mr. D. We went next door to Silverlake to catch the street fair and to look at all the pretty people. I was only out for a mere 2 hours, and was already feeling shitty by the time I got back. Looks like that long bike ride I had planned for tomorrow is out of the question...?



Ok, I changed my mind. I'm putting up this picture to make up for the lackluster post. Mr. Hatter was simply irresistable.

As my few readers will know from an embarrassing error sent out to all paramount pages, not eating makes me angry. It also makes me easily annoyed and short tempered. I have since realized that this is probably due to low blood sugar. Mmm...sugar...

Dr. Martin Luther King once had a dream. I too have a dream...

I have a dream, that someday my appetite will return, and that I will eat all that is before me.
I have a dream, that when that someday is here, I will eat with all my power and all my might, and probably skip chewing.
I have a dream, that one day, nothing will sound just "meh" or "alright" and that everything will make my mouth water.

I hold this truth to be self evident: That all food is delicious, and waiting for me to eat it. I have a dream today.

Today-
Argentina: 2
The World: 24
SH: 0

I just can't win. I am a defeated woman.

Current friends: Kathleen Kelly, Joe Fox, and Strawberry Frosted Mini Wheats (yes, they are delicious).

Mmm...Life cereal...the only solace I have in this uphill battle.

Holy mothaf*cker.

It's 4 in the AM and I cannot fall asleep. To make matters even worse, I just found a spider in my bed. THAT'S RIGHT! A spider in my motherf*cking uncomfortable bed. Maybe it wasn't coincidence that I couldn't sleep the same night I find a spider in my bed? Maybe...

And maybe it wasn't coincidence that I was lying on my stomach reading, during this encounter with said spider, instead of lying against my pillow reading, or even worse, lying asleep in bed! Shock shock horror horror shock shock horror! Instead of spider in my bed, it would've been spider in my mouth, and down my throat into my stomach! I never thought those statistics were real....wait, did I just beat a statistic? HA! Take that, STATISTIC! Instead of the annual 8 a year, I will have only swallowed an average of 7 spiders this year. And seeing how I don't believe I have swallowed any at all this year, and it being June already, things are looking on the up and up.

Damn Burbank and their damn spiders!

I still cannot sleep. That cup of chammomile tea at 10pm was a bad idea, now that I think back. I feel like the whole world is conspiring against me. I've been reading for the past two hours. And lying in bed the hour before that. Perhaps the spider was waiting for me to fall asleep before making its attack, and after three hours or so, couldn't hold his bladder in anymore, so he tried to escape past my detective eyes by diverting my attention on my book (which it was already on...smooth one spider...smooth). But his daddy long legs weren't fast enough for my eyes, they're like spider death rays. Once again:

Szu-Hua: 576
The World: 2
Spiders: 0

Motherfuckers.

It is 1:16am on June 7, 2006.

I have survived 6/6/06, and since you're reading this, you have too.

Congratulations to us all.

It's 5pm, and I've done nothing today. My head is fuzzy, my face is warm, and my body aches. I've laid on the bed and the couch, and thought about doing work, but all that thinking just made my head hurt even more, so I settled on my collection of chick flicks. Not that there's no thinking involved with chick flicks, don't get the wrong idea. Many a chick flicks are filled with complicated drama and serious issues that makes a person ponder about the intricacies of the world. Except I just know my chick flicks so well and have watched them so many times that I don't have to think about them. Though, I just spent and hour with Sally and Harry and all that talking talking talking back and forth and back again started to make my head hurt. So here I am, back in the quietness of my head, transferring all that is swirling up in it through my hands and on to this post.

It's almost time for me to go to work. I hope I make it through tonight. Where did the day go?

Isn't Madras just another word for Plaid? Old Navy is trying to "make summer Madras" when in fact, I think they're trying to make us look like lumberjacks. Well, cute lumberjacks, of course.

Tonight on the radio I heard someone explain the difference between American and French wine by comparing it to having dinner with Dolly Parton and Catherine DeNeuve. After that I really wanted some French wine...I still do actually.

Summer orchestra has started. But alas, this time, I'm not able to make it to rehearsals due to the work schedule. At first I figured, whatever, it's just a summer orchestra, I can always join back with the Valley orchestra again in the fall. But now, I really miss it. I miss playing my violin...its already been a month since I last played. It's probably not very happy with me right now. And if that's the case, Kilroy must HATE me...I've been neglecting him, and he's just collecting dust in the corner. Tomorrow I will dust him off and give him a good tuning or two.

Apparently! There are electric violins that hook up straight into headphones so that one can practice in silence. I mean, I was aware of the existence of electric violins, but never thought to put it to this use. However, I need to investigate this further, it seems too good to be true. There's gotta be a catch somewhere.

Stay Tuned!

I used to love living so close to work. My commute was 2 minutes, give or take, depending on whether I walked or biked that day. I could come home for lunch and take a nap if I so desired. Save money on gas and get some exercise at the same time. Lots of benefits, I tell ya.

I don't love it so much any more. It's not "MY" work anymore, its merely a past tense now. Living so close to your previous place of employment has its ups and downs. Mostly ups though. I still run into co-workers every now and again at the grocery store or crossing the street, or even randomly at Corner Bakery. I worked with a bunch of amazing, great people, which is why I love to run in to them when I do. And especially since I don't have much human encounter during my days anymore, seeing a familiar face is always exciting. But afterwards, it always reminds me of how I'm no longer there, part of that group. So the initial "Hey! How are ya! It's so good to see ya!" in the beginning is a great high until we both go our separate ways, and I realize that I'm not going to see them again in 5 minutes back at the office. It's quite a downer really. Especially when I come home and find myself in mid-conversation with the cat...that's trouble.

And running into management is always AWKWARD. The other day I found myself on the opposite side of the street just as the owner, Mr. X, happened to be walking towards my direction. My heart raced, my palms sweated. As much as I wanted to, I couldn't possibly turn and run away, that would've been too obvious. Yet there was no large hole in front of me to fall into. What was I to do? Afterall, this was the man who is essentially responsible for my unemployment. Probably not directly, but he had to ok the deal. So you can see how a large hole in the ground would've come in handy at this moment in time. And all I could think to do was smile and wave to him across the street, and quickly continue on my way. To this day I still can't think of another thing I could've done, though I wish I could.

It's time to move. Especially with this heat...