February 2006

FEBRUARY 23, 2006 :: 12:56AM
Titles suck.
Jammin' to ... feelin'


As soon as I have a moment to redesign the site, the titles are getting the axe.

I apologize for not updating more often. I go through phases like this all the time. I'll open up the page and start to type, back space back space back space back space everything, then close my laptop. Then there are phases where I'll want to write more than one entry per day, but refrain from doing so to avoid Mae overload.

It's almost March; unfuggin'believable. When I think of December, it doesn't feel so long ago, yet I look at my inbox and all my emails from then have already been archived. I'm still not used to writing '06 instead of '05!

A lot has already happened for me this year. I picked up a new expensive hobby, as if the car and home furnishings hobby weren't enough. Photography! Yep, this is how impulsive I am, especially when it comes to buying gadgets. I saw Nikon D50s going for about $600, so I said, hmm, I could use a new hobby. Boom, there goes $600, plus another ~$400 I've already spent on a new lens, filters, books, and other misc. accessories. A couple of my friends are really good and I've always admired their work. A dSLR gives me much more creative ability than my old point&shoots. Fun stuff.

And for the big news- I bought a house. Remember that "big secret" I wrote about two entries ago? Well, this is it. I doubt the involved parties know this site exists, and even if they do I don't give a flying fudge. See, the thing is, the house was supposedly promised to another couple. Said couple cannot afford the house, so it was offered to me. In order to keep said couple from getting butt hurt, we are pretending I am just renting the house. Whateva, I don't really care about the "bragging rights" as long as I get the tax breaks. Remember a few years ago when I lived in my aunt's house? Well, I am now buying this house from her. I got one hell of a deal, just when I was starting to accept that I'd never afford a HOUSE (not a tiny 1-bedroom condo) in Los Angeles. I am very grateful to my aunt for helping me get my foot in the big door of home ownership. Man, buying a home sure is a process. I didn't even have to deal with the majority of it, but signing the 846 pages of the mortgage papers gave me a glimpse. You gotta do what you gotta do when the bank's forking over half a million dollars, I guess.

Before I leave you this evening, I'd like to take this opportunity to say COMCAST SUCKS A FAT COCK.

That is all, peace out.




FEBRUARY 13, 2006 :: 12:44AM
Being sick SUCKS!!!!!!!
Jammin' to ... feelin'


It has been a while since the last time I was sick. I don't remember it being this miserable. I was feeling fine on Friday, just had my normal runny nose. My nose is always runny, itchy, sore or a combination of the three at once. I cursed myself by casually saying "hmm, I think I'm getting sick." Sure enough, BOOM, I start sneezing like crazy, my nose is so backed up with mucus my head starts to hurt, and I can't finish a sentence without coughing up a lung particle. Normally I can deal with the stuffed nose, but this time it's so stuffed I feel like my head is going to explode.

I sold my bed last week, so I'm camping out on the living room couch for now. I can't use my normal blanket because it makes me burn up. Then a minute later I'm freezing. So I bundle up and poke my feet out of the blanket to even out my body temperature. I can be wearing a parka underneath a down comforter in 80 degree weather, as long as my feet are sticking out of the blanket. I can be buck nekkid in the freezing cold and stay warm with a pair of socks on. Anyway, back on topic. My weekend was shitty, the end.

I suppose it wasn't a total loss; my friends and I had a bonfire at Huntington Beach on Saturday. Probably made me sicker since half of my body was freezing while the other half was borderline sweating from facing the flames. Smart move on my part.

Arrested Development is gone, at least for the foreseeable future. I'm upset, but moreso because I missed the first two of the final 4 chunk of episodes aired on Friday because my sister wanted to watch Dancing With The Stars. Don't get me wrong, I freely admit to liking the dancing show, but I'm annoyed that I can't watch the last two episodes of AD that I DVR'd until I get a hold of the first two on the net somewhere. Sad, one of the funniest shows ever in this era of reality shows and crime dramas.

Uuurrghhhh... I need to rub some vicks on my chest.




FEBRUARY 06, 2006 :: 01:53PM
Aunt Crazy
Jammin' to ... feelin'


Over the weekend, we got a call from my aunt asking either me or my sister to to live with her for 2-3 weeks. My sister and I used to live in the big house my aunt owns, and after we moved out (3+ years ago) she became too scared to live alone. I think it started when one of my other aunts died, worsened when my grandmother died last year. Her girlfriend would come to live with her 6 months out of the year (she lives in the Philippines), and when she's gone, her friend stays over to keep her company. Her friend recently found a job as a live-in housekeeper, or nurse, or whatever, so my aunt is forced to be alone again. For this reason, she chose to buy a smaller condo to live in by herself, because she thinks she can handle it.

Now that we're all up to speed, cut to the phone call from Aunt Crazy. Her friend is moving out on Tuesday, so she wants one of us to live with her starting Tuesday night until she moves into her condo. Okay, I knew she was scared but I didn't know that she couldn't handle 2 weeks being alone! She said she would try being alone for one night, but that we should be on call and ready to come over if she can't take it. Hahaha... what a freak!! The funny thing is, she's a penny pinching freak so she'd sooner employ a niece to live with her before keeping all the lights on in the house and upping her electricity bill. Yikes. I'm a scaredy cat too, but with all the lights on and the TV quietly in the background, I can sleep like a baby. Heh.




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