November 2005
NOVEMBER 28, 2005 :: 01:06AM Titles suck.
Jammin' to ... feelin'Where does Southern California get off being all cold and windy? Last night, the wind was so strong I could feel it pulling my truck while I was driving. I had to close all the windows in my bedroom, but it was too late because my sheets were practically wet, they were so cold. I went to bed wearing a hoodie and sweat pants, and of course got hot in the middle of the night and ended up in my birthday suit by morning. It's not that bad tonight, but I am sitting here with sore muscles due to all the shivering I'm doing.
This weekend felt extremely long. On Thanksgiving day, the Sanchez clan (my mom's side of the family) had lunch at Black Angus. It was relatively pleasant, not nearly as chaotic and embarrassing as I'd expected. We managed to keep our collective composure in public. Kudos to us. Afterwards, we reconvened at my aunt's house where we did some last minute packing. My mom, aunt, uncle and grandpa were flying to the Philippines later that evening. We then caravaned to LAX and had McDonald's for Thanksgiving dinner while we waited for the flight to board. They'll be gone about two weeks. It's weird, I'll go weeks and months without seeing my mum, but I kinda miss her right now. Huh. I hope she's having fun over there.
I tagged along with my bro and dad back to San Diego to chill and get away from LA for the long weekend. I test drove a couple cars, decided on one of them, had some wonderful mexican food, watched RENT, and that's about it. I got my loan 99% taken care of, so I will have my new car before this week's over. Goodie.
I'm pretty anxious to get back to work tomorrow (later today). Mostly because I want to finalize my loan, but also because I'm getting stir crazy doing nothing of importance. I'm so silly.
Oh, let's back up a little bit. My birthday was good 'un. I got some unexpected goodies in the mail and via 1-800 flowers delivery. My dear friends either emailed, texted or called with birthday wishes. It's amazing to me that other people remember my birthday when I don't even remember it myself sometimes.
Well, except of course my mother. No call on Sunday, which was kind of expected because my mom was never the mushy, caring type (read: tough love proponent). She even turned me away when I told her the week before that I wanted to visit San Diego. It confused me at first, but it all became clear on Tuesday morning (the 22nd) when she called to wish me happy birthday. Yep, it's bad enough she was late, but she even had the wrong date. Oh, mother.
NOVEMBER 16, 2005 :: 04:41PM Alright, I did it, now I'm over it.
Jammin' to ... feelin'The M.y S.p.a.c.e nostalgia has worn off. I'll probably be paying more attention to my site now. I'm happy with my layout but I've suddenly been hit with the creative bug and want to redesign.
Ever since I talked about M.y S.p.a.c.e a few entries ago, my site has been bombarded with search engine hits for "s.parkly my.spa.ce la.yout.s" or "anim.at.ed mys.pa.ce gi.fs" and it's kind of annoying. Now I have to go back and split up all those keywords with silly periods so I'll stop turning up in the search results.
Alright, time for a monthly update. Over the last few months I've gotten myself addicted to the TV shows Arrested Development, and Lost. Arrested Development because I've heard it was hilarious, and I definitely heard right. Season 1 was "pretty funny" and season 2 was ridiculously loud-laughingly hilarious. See, it's so funny it causes me to make up my own words. Lucky for you, both seasons are out on DVD, so do yourselves a favor and rent them. Sadly, the show was cancelled mid-current Season. That's what you get when you keep moving its time slot!
As for Lost, I only started to get into it to see what the fuss was about. Definitely a refreshing new kind of show in a shitty, muddy puddle of crime and reality shows. There are always little clues revealed here and there and connections between all of the castaways that you slowly learn, which I love. However, due to the show's premise, I don't see it lasting longer than three seasons, and that's pushing it.
Man, it's already the middle of November. My birthday's coming up in a few days and I'm going to be the big two-four. 24 is my "old" age. It sounds silly but it feels like there's a huge leap in between age 23 and 24. When you're 24, you're only one year away from being 25 which is a bonafide "old" age. Heh. I'm getting further and further away from my teen years, where I was still the same person I am now, but had the ability to blame my mistakes on my young age.
I haven't bought a new car yet, and I'm getting pretty antsy. I've narrowed it down to two cars, but I want to wait until December. I originally wanted to wait until next year but driving this tank of a 4Runner is taking its toll on me. The likelihood is that I will come home from San Diego on Thanksgiving weekend with a new car. Wee!
NOVEMBER 10, 2005 :: 12:37PM NBA Dress Code
Jammin' to ... feelin'So I'm sitting here, enjoying my little box of NERDS and reading an article about the new NBA dress code. Most of the comments from the players were cooperative, until...
“I don’t see it happening unless every NBA player is given a stipend to buy clothes.” -Marcus Camby, Denver Nuggets (Milwaukee Journal-Sentinel, 10/19/05)
What a fucking idiot.
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