I've been holed up at home for the past two weeks, which is not really conducive to having fun at all, so despite the forecast promising rain for the whole weekend, I was determined to have a good time (read: be social).
When Friday night rolled around, I was ready to have a delicious dinner with a friend who might have a crush on me, until he told me that was not going to happen until 10pm. Fuuuck that. But man, I sure was looking forward to good food after a shitty day at work...you would need a pick-me-up too if your Boss insinuated more than once that you will excel in the domestic domain, as if it will be your defining role in life, and carried on like you should be proud of hearing this crap.
Doesn't matter, Saturday had me covered. Elise and Leigh scooped me up for a late lunch at Roscoe's Chicken and Waffles in Pasadena, which ended up really hitting the spot. Fried chicken & gravy, mac & cheese, candied yams, and (what I'm guessing were crack-laced) waffles with syrup and salted butter on top. How did I never try this until yesterday?
We walked around Pasadena afterward, stopping to ogle chocolate-covered confections and ice cream ads but too full to actually do anything more than stare, drool, and move on. As the food coma slowly set in, we went back to Elise's house and got comfortable. Before I had time to think twice, the camaraderie that came of our girl-bonding seduced me into revealing my streaking story from senior week. We all had a good laugh at that one, though they wondered why I didn't tell them sooner. Well, I couldn't help but feel like they would've judged me (and maybe they did) as it's not something I would normally do...oh well, I REGRET NOTHING!
Saturday night came around and Leigh and I met up with some high school friends for a birthday celebration at Verdugo Bar. Got drunk for the first time in a while but not on anything I asked for...this bar's kind of weird as they don't make drinks that are normally offered at bars. AMFs and Irish Car Bombs were not on the menu, so I settled for a Tequila Sunrise that tasted like medicine and a Lemon Drop which apparently didn't taste the way it was supposed to. But they did the trick and good times were had, so I'm not complaining too much. I do have to bitch about the stupid cloud coverage that prevented me from seeing the supermoon though...it started raining again by the time the bar closed.
I awoke to the sound of thunder this morning and even now it's still raining bullets outside. Kind of depressing, especially since tomorrow is the beginning of another week of hell...
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Friday, March 11, 2011
this again and MORE
Well, then. Admittedly it was a little funny at first (even as the object of scrutiny), but the situation has quickly become a bit more serious.
Over dinner, she casually mentioned that she wants to take me out for scar removal "treatment," the same way one might announce the need to purchase more milk...
...which seriously made me doubt whether she knows what such treatment could entail. On top of that, where was my consent when this decision was made? I mean, last time I checked, my face was still--gasp--mine!
Worst case scenario: lasers. And she has to be delusional to think I'd let anyone come near my face with those. The woman has gone mad. Mad, I tell you!
Over dinner, she casually mentioned that she wants to take me out for scar removal "treatment," the same way one might announce the need to purchase more milk...
The fuck?
...which seriously made me doubt whether she knows what such treatment could entail. On top of that, where was my consent when this decision was made? I mean, last time I checked, my face was still--gasp--mine!
Worst case scenario: lasers. And she has to be delusional to think I'd let anyone come near my face with those. The woman has gone mad. Mad, I tell you!
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
this again
Mom: These beauty queens aren't even that beautiful.
S: Yeah, even I'm hotter than them.
M: But your skin's not good. Let me take you to get it fixed!
S: No!
M: All the boys will be fighting over you afterward!
S: They already are.
S: Yeah, even I'm hotter than them.
M: But your skin's not good. Let me take you to get it fixed!
S: No!
M: All the boys will be fighting over you afterward!
S: They already are.
Monday, February 21, 2011
surreal
The stars gleamed lavender as I bounded down the pier. The full moon hung low that night, casting a soft glow over the waterfront and saturating the beach with an eerie violet haze. Waves broke against the dock’s wooden supports and swallowed the sounds of my strides as I continued to pursue him. So caught up was I in the chase that I nearly overlooked the reason we were there in the first place.
"Keep your eyes on the water," he had told me.
"Why, what am I supposed to be looking for?"
"You'll know it when you see it." And he took off without further explanation, leaving me slightly annoyed and wondering why he was suddenly being so enigmatic as I gave chase.
Just as I pulled myself out of these thoughts, something in the waves caught my eye and I turned in time to see a glittering orb of amethyst emerge from the sea. It hung briefly in the air before disappearing again into the opaque water below. I slowed to a halt and completely forgot about him as I stood there, staring after whatever I just saw and straining to catch another glimpse.
An unseen force compelled me to look up and my eyes roved across the dark horizon. A thrill rushed through me when I realized the waves were rising unnaturally in the distance. They pushed upward, further and further until they formed a wall, silhouetted against the open expanse of indigo sky. The resulting enclosure resembled a ritual chamber and an involuntary shiver ran down my spine when I impulsively wondered what the sacrifice would be. And then a short gasp escaped me when I saw it—at the center of the barrier, a giant sea creature suspended in watery stasis. Its aquatic display case rippled with its subdued movements, and though the moonlight was not bright enough to illuminate the scene, the animal seemed to emanate a light of its own, an amaranthine fluorescence that pulsed like a steady heartbeat.
As I continued to look on in open-mouthed amazement, I thought back again to what he said to me before the chase and rather than giving me any promised explanation, the scene before me only raised more questions. I remained fixated on the nameless creature, which stirred slowly in its saltwater prison. The air seemed to hum with an energy that wasn’t there before and the whole thing began to feel surreal.
He had stopped running when I did and was intently watching my reaction. I ventured a glance in his direction but remained silent. When he finally spoke, nothing could have prepared me for what I heard next.
"Keep your eyes on the water," he had told me.
"Why, what am I supposed to be looking for?"
"You'll know it when you see it." And he took off without further explanation, leaving me slightly annoyed and wondering why he was suddenly being so enigmatic as I gave chase.
Just as I pulled myself out of these thoughts, something in the waves caught my eye and I turned in time to see a glittering orb of amethyst emerge from the sea. It hung briefly in the air before disappearing again into the opaque water below. I slowed to a halt and completely forgot about him as I stood there, staring after whatever I just saw and straining to catch another glimpse.
An unseen force compelled me to look up and my eyes roved across the dark horizon. A thrill rushed through me when I realized the waves were rising unnaturally in the distance. They pushed upward, further and further until they formed a wall, silhouetted against the open expanse of indigo sky. The resulting enclosure resembled a ritual chamber and an involuntary shiver ran down my spine when I impulsively wondered what the sacrifice would be. And then a short gasp escaped me when I saw it—at the center of the barrier, a giant sea creature suspended in watery stasis. Its aquatic display case rippled with its subdued movements, and though the moonlight was not bright enough to illuminate the scene, the animal seemed to emanate a light of its own, an amaranthine fluorescence that pulsed like a steady heartbeat.
As I continued to look on in open-mouthed amazement, I thought back again to what he said to me before the chase and rather than giving me any promised explanation, the scene before me only raised more questions. I remained fixated on the nameless creature, which stirred slowly in its saltwater prison. The air seemed to hum with an energy that wasn’t there before and the whole thing began to feel surreal.
He had stopped running when I did and was intently watching my reaction. I ventured a glance in his direction but remained silent. When he finally spoke, nothing could have prepared me for what I heard next.
Friday, February 18, 2011
clouded
What the hell is wrong with the weather? I've lost count of how many times it's jumped from hot and sunny one week to cold and rainy the next in the last two months. What a waste of the first night of a three-day weekend.
I'm going to sip on a glass of wine, indulge in chocolate cake, and read a book while the rain has its way outside. J's flowers are so fragrant, they're a natural air freshener for my room. I'm crushing on Sam Tsui and his beautiful voice. (And there's something about a guy who can play the piano...or almost any other type of instrument, for that matter.)
Wow, sensory overload. My mind is all over the place. Maybe I'm not fit to be writing right now.
Sketchy is trying to reenter the picture, but his odds are...sketchy at best.
I'm going to sip on a glass of wine, indulge in chocolate cake, and read a book while the rain has its way outside. J's flowers are so fragrant, they're a natural air freshener for my room. I'm crushing on Sam Tsui and his beautiful voice. (And there's something about a guy who can play the piano...or almost any other type of instrument, for that matter.)
Wow, sensory overload. My mind is all over the place. Maybe I'm not fit to be writing right now.
Sketchy is trying to reenter the picture, but his odds are...sketchy at best.
Monday, February 14, 2011
happy valentine's day
Imagine my surprise when a nice delivery man brought these to me while I was at work:
...even when he's so far away.
Thank you, J, for brightening up my day. Or my life, whichever .
Saturday, February 5, 2011
advice for the klutzy
1. Slip and fall in public
2. Curse quietly
3. Get up quickly
4. Make sure nobody was looking
5. Check for injuries only after ducking safely out of sight
2. Curse quietly
3. Get up quickly
4. Make sure nobody was looking
5. Check for injuries only after ducking safely out of sight
I think we can all agree that when you straight up fall on your ass in public, the first thing to check for isn't whether you just narrowly escaped a mild concussion or a fractured tailbone...but that nobody saw it happen.
Damn it, don't try crossing cobblestones in dress shoes or your left butt cheek will be sore for the next three days.
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