She has nice boobies.Saturday, March 30, 2002
listening to >>> "what if a woman" by joe
So I'm back here at my parents' house again. On my brother's poor excuse for a computer, again. Angry with a certain someone, again. It's a vicious cycle.
My brother, my sister and I drove down in my car. There was on and off traffic probably due to the holidays. This guy in a minivan in front of us kept us entertained for a few miles. He had his bare foot and leg hanging outside his window dancing along to whatever music he was listening. Gross.
I watched the movie My Dog Skip starring that little kid something Muniz. I thought it was really cute. Shit, I'll admit it, I even cried at the end when the doggie almost died. The little kid is a good actor and the doggie made me want a puppy soooooo bad. I am going to get one in a couple weeks once I move into my house. Oh I cannot WAIT to move. Living in a house again will be fuckin great.
Maybe I won't be so lonely anymore.
_end session @ 08:34 PM PST
Thursday, March 28, 2002
listening to >>> "you got me" by the roots
If you are an avid reader of this site, you will know that I have a severe hatred for telemarketers. SEVERE hatred. So bad, that if I met you in person and found out you made cold calls for a living, I would end the conversation there and walk away shaking my head. Everyday I get home from work, I have about 10 answering machine messages. 95% of the time, 8 of those will be of hang ups from telemarketers. Sometimes ALL the damn messages will be hang ups. FUCK. That irritates the piss out of me. Last night I got a call from a telefreak at 9:45PM.....!!?! What in the hell?! Are they based in freakin' hawaii or something? Do they realize it's nappy time for most of the US at 9:45PT? Die, telefreaks, die.
_end session @ 10:26 PM PST
Wednesday, March 27, 2002
OK, you know it's a slow news day when they report a girl who lost her class ring last year in a pool finding her ring eventually.
_end session @ 11:35 PM PST
listening to >>> "inward singing" by tenacious d
My mom called me at work at 5PM today. They're on their way up to LA to visit. It's really cruel of me to say this, but it's a good thing my mom is too weak to walk up the rigorous flights of steps to get to my apartment. If she saw my place the way it is right now, she would shit a brick. So instead, my aunt is going to pick me up and meet my parents at my grandparents' house.
I look like a gotdamn retard right now. I'm wearing sweatpants that are a few sizes too large for me, so what I did was pulled them way up over my breasts, and I'm not wearing a shirt, so it looks like I'm trapped in 1987 wearing a tube pantsuit.
Today is the first day of Passover. Half of my co-workers are Jewish so during lunch we all had to sing our favorite Jewish song and say what our favorite thing about Jews is. I opted to go first, since I only know one Jewish song and didn't want anyone stealing my idea. Then I enjoyed watching my co-workers play a few games of Boggle and swear by the existence of some words that we were sure they pulled out of their ass. Work is fun.
I'm so sleepy.
_end session @ 06:35 PM PST
Tuesday, March 26, 2002
After realizing how ugly and rushed this layout looks, I am contemplating yet another layout. Something at least a little underplayed. The whole anime/asian character thing is soooo 10 minutes ago. Ever notice how a lot of personal websites look the same now? That same graph paper lookin', 3D graphic'd, hi-tech stuff. Well, I can forget about that shit because I wouldn't know where to begin. It's time to think simple... very simple... veeeerrryyy simple. Gahdamnit. What the fuck is wrong with me.
See. When my boyfriend and I aren't together, I start cussing a whole lot again. Maybe now my life will be a little more interesting.
Toodles.
_end session @ 07:04 PM PST
Monday, March 25, 2002
Alright, I completely understand the mystery behind mood swings. Well, I should rephrase that. I don't understand the actual mystery, but I do understand that it happens to all of us. Hell, it happens to me a lot more than the average person.
I am currently the victim of a mood swing that wouldn't end. He has been "on the fence" so to speak about our relationship for the past few weeks. He loves me, he doesn't, he loves me, he doesn't, he loves me, he doesn't. Frankly, it's getting quite fucking annoying. So damn annoying that the relationship we once thought we could never live without seems meaningless now. I honestly couldn't fucking care less if I never talked to him again. It pisses me off how indifferent he is towards the fate of our relationship... our FRIENDSHIP. It pisses me off how if something was bothering him, I would NEVER EVER know unless I brought it up first. Even when I do bring it up, it's like pulling teeth trying to get him to talk. Yes I'm aware that some people just don't feel like talking about what the fuck is up their ass sometimes, but FUCK. ALL THE DAMN TIME?! How the HELL does one expect to make a relationship work for fuck's sake?! This brings me to the conclusion that he could give two shits if I left for good.
He tells me that he's just always been that way. Always shuts people out. I've got news for you buddy, that IS NOT HOW LIFE WORKS. And it is ESPECIALLY not how you treat someone you supposedly care for.
Well, pardon my French, but FUCK THAT BULLSHIT. I am done being depressed over your lack of effort while I'm giving 500%. I am done giving more than I should to someone who'll throw it right out the fucking window. I am through with the mind games, the silence, the indifference and most of all the motherfucking mood swings.
_end session @ 09:07 PM PST
listening to >>> "stranger in my house" by tamia
Yes, again.
I got my new phone today. Yesss. Now I don't have to call my pesky co-workers on my personal cell phone ;).. just kidding. I love my co-workers.
My parents are coming up to visit on Wednesday to celebrate my sister's birthday (which was last friday). I'm kinda glad, I miss my folks every now and then. Makes me want to move back to San Diego. But then again.... I know they would drive me crazy living with them again. So I'd think to move into an apartment in San Diego right? But then that wouldn't make sense, to pay a grand in rent where I could live for free just down the street.... damnit, it's a lose-lose situation.
Ummm. What should I have for dinner. I'm thinkin' sushi.. mmm... Kristine get your ass to the valley so we can go to Kuishimbo again!! :o) Haha, I totally forgot, we were supposed to go out two weeks ago but both of us forgot to call each other. Doh. Oh well.
Bye for now.
_end session @ 07:29 PM PST
Sunday, March 24, 2002
listening to >>> "stranger in my house" by tamia
I'm back into my listen-to-sad-songs phase.
So I travel to Woodland Hills to browse Best Buy for some new computer toys. I had the urge to buy a new webcam since mine is really fickle about when it wants to work properly. No good ones in my price range, so after 10 minutes of searching for a parking space, I spent all of 4 minutes in the store before leaving again. Heh. I used to live in this area, so for fun I decided to drive by my old house. *sniff* I miss that place. In case you're wondering which house I'm talking about, here are pics: 1, 2 & 3
It was about 3 in the afternoon and I hadn't eaten anything all day so before jumping back on the freeway I stopped at the Denny's by the freeway onramp. Good lord.... for a nice neighborhood, that sure was a shitty Denny's. Before I walked into the restaurant I saw your average white guy sitting on the curb with some luggage making out a sign. While I was eating, I saw the poor guy standing on the corner holding the sign up hitchhiking. It's too bad that TV, movies and reality has corrupted everyone and no one would even think to lend the guy a helping hand. You really never know, in our fucked up society he could turn out to be a serial killer and dump my body somewhere in the LA sewer river. On the other hand, he doesn't know what he's getting himself into. He could be a totally nice guy who ends up in the car of some sicko who will chop his hands off and feed his fingers to himself. Poor guy, I hope he found some assistance by now since it is pretty cold out and even rained a little tonight.
Ugh, where did the weekend go?! Back to work tomorrow already?! Yack. Well, good thing is I might get my new cell phone tomorrow. My company was nice enough to give me a cell phone. I still have to keep my personal one because I'm on a pesky contract.
Oh yeah, I still didn't clean my apartment.
_end session @ 10:17 PM PST
Why, out of the 100+ shopping carts at a store, do I always end up with the one that squeaks, pulls to the left/right, or wobbles as I push it?
Which brings me to another thought. The word why. Doesn't the shape of the letters remind you of someone's whining face? Usually the word "why" is used as a complaint or whine sentence. Maybe I should seek help.
_end session @ 12:33 PM PST
I hate inputting titles. But then if I don't, the archive log list will just have "" as the title and that looks icky. I had to input titles on scribble.nu. That reminds me, I better go save all the journal entries I put on scribble.nu cuz lawd knows what would happen one of these days they might shut down their site and my memories would be lost once again. Toooo damn time consuming though. Ack.
Oh man. I slept hardcore this morning, I didn't even hear my cell phone ringing. Good. But I had two weird dreams. Actually, one dream was interesting, I was having sex with Halle Berry. She has nice boobies.
I have to, have to, have to clean today. So, bah bye.
_end session @ 12:14 PM PST
Saturday, March 23, 2002
Woooooohhhhhhhhhh.. Huh? What the hell kinda sound did I type? Forgive me, it's been a really long day. This morning I had a barbecue to go to. The house is in Riverside, which is at least 70 miles away from my apartment. But first, I had to go pick up the food I ordered for the picnic in Santa Monica. Of course, the Santa Monica area is ALWAYS packed, and to make it worse, a truck broad-sided a jeep in the middle of the main intersection which caused traffic to be 10x worse than usual.
I was already an hour and a half late picking up the food, so by the time I got there the food was cold. :-/ Oh well my friends love the stuff so I didn't think they would give a damn (and they didn't).
Sooooo back on the 101 south I go. HOLY FLICK. Traffic is bumper to bumper, the freeway is on an incline, and I can see the stopped cars for about a mile ahead. Shiet. My gas tank is lingering at ¼ full and I know I'm gonna eventually have to fill up. I hate that. I hate having to get off the freeway in the middle of going somewhere to fill up. Anyways, still driving along......... oh, there's the 5 south interchange, gotta get over to the right lane (LA freeways have so many fucking interchanges and they jump out at you with barely any warning causing people to cross 3-4 lanes at a time just so they don't miss their exit). I'm hauling ass up the 5 south ramp... then immediately have to stomp on the brakes.
*screeeeeeeeecccchhhhhh*
Traffic is yet again bumper to bumper. Good lawd. Do I have to drive 1 mile per hour for the next 50 miles?!?!?!! It lasted another 4-5 miles and traffic finally started to clear up so I downshifted to fourth and hauled ass on the open road........
FUCK!!!
I just missed the 91 east interchange to get to Riverside. SCREW YOU LOS ANGELES FREEWAYS AND YOUR SURPRISE INTERCHANGES. Luckily the next exit had a 91 east detour. I had never been to this particular friend's house before so I was getting a little worried when I was driving, driving, driving and driving and then the scenery turned into just mountains. Oh goodie! I see their exit (500 freakin miles later) and get off the freeway. Then I see my friend and we both follow each other to the house.
The picnic itself was fun. My friends are always good for a side aching laugh. I had a bunch of strawberries (mmmm... :p) and even drank some girly alcohol (aka mike's hard lemonade). For those that know me, I'm not an alcohol drinker at ALL. It was way too cold outside though. Everytime I chilled inside it got way too stuffy.
*sigh* So that's how my day went. Finally home after that 70 mile trip back to the valley. I hate living the furthest away from my friends but sometimes they're nice enough to come up here. :o)
Enough for tonight. Bye bye.
_end session @ 09:39 PM PST
Friday, March 22, 2002
05.15.00 - 07.09.00 click here
07.09.00 - 03.17.02 click here
Good gawd. I freakin' talk a lot. Well, that's only half of all I've ever published on the web. My old, old, old entries are long gone. Enjoy if you want!
_end session @ 08:11 PM PST
listening to >>> "miss fat booty" by mos def
Aww man. I just lost my entries that I posted today. Oh well. I just discovered something cool. I have CuteHTML. It came with my CuteFTP. Of course I will always be the most comfortable using just Notepad, but the CuteHTML is extremely helpful in editing my 100+ blog archive files to one uniform look. Yeeesss.
I'm going to Target to buy some plain t-shirts and get some dinner. Yes, dinner. The one down the street from me is a 2-story Super Target with a restaurant. Woot.
Have a good weekend!
_end session @ 07:20 PM PST
Alright. I got it to work. Now all I have to do is fix my archives. Toodles!
_end session @ 06:30 PM PST
Let's see if this works.
_end session @ 06:29 PM PST