September 2004

SEPTEMBER 29, 2004 :: 12:05AM

Kind of looks like a dead rodent. Jammin' to Will & Grace on the TV... feelin' light and fluffy.

That's 11" of my hair. There was another 3" scattered all over the salon floor. My hair is gone (!) and it feels great. Showering will be quicker, condition-consumption will be less, hair shedding will become infrequent, but maintenance will be longer. Now I'll be forced to blow dry my hair every morning or I will end up with a fro by the end of the day. Here is what it looks like: My stylist made it all curly and bob-ish. I don't like it like that, I'd rather it just be straight and limp. Let's see what I can do with it tomorrow morning. But anyway... my dog is perfect, and the cutest little furry creature in the entire universe. Except for one thing - he fucking pees on everything. The only place he doesn't pee is on the carpet in my bedroom and on my bed. But everywhere else, dog piss. Today I saw that he had climbed up on my desk by way of the chair and pissed on it. But fuck, I just can't be mad at his kyooot wittle face. He always poops where he's supposed to, but I guess he feels the need to mark his territory everywhere. Must find a way to pee pee train the little shit. No pun intended.

SEPTEMBER 25, 2004 :: 11:23PM

What is the point anymore? Jammin' to nothing... feelin' relaxed on a Saturday night.

Why do I still do this? It's been almost six years of bloggerisms, and my thoughts are becoming more and more random and, well, pointless. I suppose I don't really care too much about how much traffic my site gets anymore. Unlike the days when I'd check my stats everyday, shamelessly promote myself on everyfreakinone's guestbook, and exchange links/buttons with other people. If anything, the only reason I'm still doing this is because I've gotten this far, why stop now? Sometimes when I am bored, I will go back a year or two and see what I was up to on that particular day. And who knows, maybe there are still a few of you out there who give a damn what I do on a lazy afternoon. ;) My car officially has a buyer. Some guy in Seattle. So Chris, or anyone else in the area, let me know if you ever see my car zooming around. He happens to work at a Porsche dealership so I think the car will be in good hands. Now I must turn that moolah around and put it towards the new hooptie, whatever it may be. Still debating on what I want... bleh. It's complicated. But anywhoooo... We were supposed to paint the apartment this weekend but that was a bust. I will be in San Diego next weekend so I guess it'll have to wait until the weekend after that. Shit, but I think I'm going on a road trip that weekend with my friends. Fugg. We'll see. :\ Thas enough for tonight.

SEPTEMBER 20, 2004 :: 12:23AM

Christmas music makes me sad. Jammin' to American Idol Holiday Classics HAHA... feelin' sentimental and sad.

What is it about Christmas music that makes me so emotional? Not that I cry buckets whenever I hear Frosty the Snowman or anything, but it does give me a weird butterfly feeling deep inside. I'm aware that it is only September, but I listen to holiday music all year long. Maybe I miss those days when I was 8 or 9 years old and getting together with my family meant actually enjoying each others' company. It didn't mean sitting around pigging out on store-bought food and passing out obligatory gifts to your cousins in the form of $10 t-shirts that are a few sizes too large. Maybe I miss watching my mom freak out over the little snowy village display she'd put together the day after Thanksgiving. Damn she loved that freakin village. My favorite part of the village was the shredded white paper bags that mimicked fluffy snowflakes. I also loved how the doors of the buildings came up to about the waist of all the ceramic people of snowy village. Maybe I miss being in grade school and having two weeks off for the winter. Fuck, I forgot how easy I had it in high school. Or maybe I just miss being able to say "Merry Christmas, I love you" to someone special. The last time I was able to say that was in 2002. The last time I was actually able to spend time with a significant other during the Christmas season was in 1999. Maybe I'm thinking too much but I know this Christmas had real potential to be different. But who am I kidding. Shoulda, coulda, woulda. For now I must stay true to my yearly Christmas anthem. The fire is burning, the room's all aglow Outside the December wind blows Away in the distance the carolers sing in the snow Everybody's laughing, the world is celebrating And everyone's so happy, except for me tonight Because I miss you most at Christmas time And I can't get you, get you off my mind Every other season comes along and I'm all right But then I miss you, most at Christmas time I gaze out the window this cold winter's night At all of the twinkling lights Alone in the darkness remembering when you were mine Everybody's smiling, the whole world is rejoicing And everyone's embracing except for you and I Baby I miss you most at Christmas time And I can't get you, get you off my mind Every other season comes along and I'm all right But then I miss you, most at Christmas time In the springtime those memories start to fade with the April rain Through the summer days, till autumn's leaves are gone I get by without you till the snow begins to fall And then I miss you, most at Christmas time And I can't get you, get you off my mind Every other season comes along and I'm all right... But then I miss you, most at Christmas time

SEPTEMBER 16, 2004 :: 12:28AM

Yay for clean laundry. Jammin' to the DMC mix... feelin' sore.

Friday afternoon, exterminator dudes will be invading our apartment building with loaded weapons. Our lovely resident manager decides to give us two fucking days' notice to clear out all our cabinets and move everything away from the wall at least 6". We won't be able to come home for at least a few hours afterwards. It's too bad I'm not ready to paint the living room yet or else this would have been a perfect time to move shit away from the wall. My room was all in shambles so I cleaned up a bit and actually did some laundry. Just one load - enough to get me through the week/weekend. One of these days I will get unlazy and dedicate an entire weekend to laundry. How sad. So it's been, I dunno, a couple weeks since I made the decision to stay friends with the guy. Surprisingly, I haven't regretted it yet. I definitely miss him, but then again how can you miss something you never really had, right? I'm learning to shut out those dangerous [gotdamn] "feelings" and I'm happier now. Things are starting to get back on track and the awkwardness is slowly going away. I'm happy that we're friends. And in other news... the car is getting a physical, if you will, by my mechanic on Friday. I'm having them go over it with a fine-toof comb to see what needs to be repaired, what might have to be repaired soon, yadda yadda. Then I can finally put a price tag on the sucker and start advertising. Holy cow... my dream car is so close I can taste it. RoCK!

SEPTEMBER 12, 2004 :: 01:09AM

I feel like shit. Jammin' to some pop bullshit... feelin' see above.

It's 1AM and it's still 90 fucking degrees. It's supposed to be FALL motherfuckers. You'd think that after 23 years of living in the fucking desert I'd be used to it by now. I really fucking hate SoCal sometimes. Especially the gawd forsaken valley. So we did a little furniture shopping today. Window shopping, that is. I'm not really in the randomly-spend-$800-on-a-Saturday-afternoon mood. I fell in love with a chest of drawers that I will probably order sometime next week. Half now, half when they finish building it and it arrives at their warehouse. Now I must clean my fucking room first, then give my computer to my brother and either donate or give my computer desk to anyone who wants it. I guess that would be the same thing. We arrived at my apartment and pulled into a guest parking spot [I didn't drive]. In one of the other spaces, there was an Escalade with its lights on and the motor running. Huh. Weird. I couldn't see any sillhuoettes through the tinted glass. Weirdx2. Just as I was about to look away I suddenly saw a woman's head bobbing up and down. EEK! My head snapped forward and I let out an "Oh MY GOD" pretty loudly. Followed by laughing, again, loudly. GOTDAMN!! I guess some kids are just THAT horny where they can't even wait to turn the motor and headlights off before playing hide the salami. Well, at least someone's getting some action. After that, we rested up a bit. Got some dinner and then watched The Butterfly Effect on DVD. Pretty good movie. For now I must sleep... early day tomorrow. BBQing at the park near my friend's house. Remind me to bring the bug repellent; that's where the west nile virus is going around. FUN!

SEPTEMBER 10, 2004 :: 12:59AM

Another one bites the dust... Jammin' to crickets and traffic outside... feelin' rather sleepy.

Second person within a month has quit. She says it's due to personal reasons/family emergencies but who really knows. This leaves me all alone on my administrative branch of the tree. I spoke with our COO and he wants me to take control of the office again. Basically what I used to do before I was blessed with the help of two newly acquired staff members. I didn't think twice about it; I'd ABSOLUTELY do it again. I never really relinquished control anyway, heh. He kept feeding me this "you're the rock of this office, you're the only one who knows all the secrets of the company (??), I know I can always depend on you, yadda yadda" hooplah. I couldn't keep a straight face, and if you know me, you'll know that it's SO HARD for me to accept any kind of compliment. Finally he stopped stroking my ego and I was able to crack a little smile while saying "awe, thanks!" So, I guess you could say work is going well. Some time this month I'm going to study up and take the California Notary exam. It's mostly just so my bosses don't have to run to the notary place each time we sign a franchise agreement. I don't really intend to "sell" my services elsewhere. But hey, if you need something stamped, let me know. =D But enough about work... A couple months ago, I unknowingly [better read the fine print next time, doofus] subscribed myself to Privacy Guard credit monitoring service. The bad thing is it costs $60 a year. But then the good thing is I get unlimited access to my updated credit report. So I guess it's a pretty good deal. I get reports and scores from all three bureaus which is neato. My score is getting pretty good! The only factors that are bringing my score down are my length of credit history [approx 5 years, apparently that's still too short], and my ratio of available balance to credit limit. I only have three credit cards with bullshit limits [like $500], but they're almost maxed. After I sell my car, I'm going to pay off my credit cards first. That should get me decent terms for an auto loan. WEEE I'm so excited!

SEPTEMBER 05, 2004 :: 11:45PM

What a difference a car wash makes. Jammin' to the TV... feelin' hot [as in high temperature, not sexy].

It's amazing how different my car looks once all the crap is washed off of it. When it gets dirty it starts to look like a beige-champagne color. I finally had it washed and now it's the lovely silver it's supposed to be. But even so, I still plan on selling it in the next couple months. Doesn't mean I will go through with it, I am just keeping my options open. I want something brand new again. I love my car to bits but having an 18 year old car has many downsides. Maintenance is expensive. I never know when my car is going to finally die out in the middle of the 405. If I ever wanted to mod it, I'd have to pay out the wazoo because Porsche parts are $$$. The air conditioner and heater work on their own schedule, and sometimes it gives off a funny smell. My tooth-shattering ride on imperfect LA roads is starting to get to me. It's going to be HARD deciding... so I'm putting this off until January or so. This will give me time to save money, find a good buyer for the right price, and build up my credit for a low APR on an auto loan. I do not want another 60-month note!! If I choose to finance, I want to go for a 3-year loan tops. Money from the 944 sale should help with that. Alright... I need to stop talking about it.

SEPTEMBER 04, 2004 :: 03:25PM

New RAW FILES entry Jammin' to Lea Salonga... feelin' like I ate too much spaghetti!! :barf:

Title: The Verdict I made a decision. I think it was the right one. At least I hope it was the right one. So far I'm still pretty confident in my choice. That is a world record, because I usually change my mind about every 6 hours. But I've been OK with it since Thursday. Good sign.... more (e-mail for access.)

SEPTEMBER 03, 2004 :: 01:25AM

Rockaway... rockaway... rockaway... rockaway... and cut. Jammin' to In the spirit of this post - Usher!... feelin' okay.

I think I have a crush on Usher now. Not really his face, or even his body. Just his mooooves. Damn that boy can move. I got free tickets to his concert at the Staples center. Damn good seats, too! It's the first time I sat in the premier section and the seats are a bit bigger and comfier. I've sat everywhere in the Staples center, from the floor, to suite, to nosebleeds. We had a great view save for the two heffers in front of us who liked to stand up while everyone else was sitting. Going on tour must be fucking exhausting, considering there was not ONE moment during the concert where he was sitting still. Dance, dance, dance. Even during the slow songs. But hey, I didn't complain. His mooooves are unf unf. But man, when I checked for the value of my tickets, I saw that he had shows back to back to back to back. Craziness. There was one part where he said "ladies [his dancers], pick out a lady from the audience for me..." so of course everyone within tossing distance of the stage went nuts. It was this whole drawn out thing where he'd do a little dance across the stage [see, dance dance dance!] as if he is searching the audience for the right girl. He finally picked someone, and it was so obviously fixed!! He picked this woman who is also an actress/comedian on those skit shows. I forget what, either Chris Rock or Mad TV. They kept playing it off like it was real though. I couldn't tell if they meant it to be obvious. Moving on... Usher has a great body and a nice voice, but he looks best when he's got his shades on or when he's wearing a hat covering his eyes. Again, I'm not really into him, but he did a few things during the concert that made me feel a little tingly in special places. During one song he did a floor hump, during another he was in between one of his dancer's legs and holding her torso [I dunno, it was very wow], and when he was serenading the "girl from the audience" he was kinda laying her down on this chaise, and he was hovering over her... thought that was kinda hot. HAHA wtf. Oh yeah, and Kanye West opened up for him; caught 3 of his songs. Then at the end, Lil Jon came out for the Yeah! song. He must have nothing better to do. I mean, you're gonna show up for the last 3 minutes of the concert just to say "yeah" "ok" and "whaaaat"? For all we know it could've just been some stage hand wearing a wig and dark glasses. Anywhoot, this is a helluva long entry just about Usher. I must go to bed now, before 2AM!! For once. P.S. I think I'll be OK. :)

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